It's magenta Bloody Cranesbill
Among rocks on Innismore
It's Kilmurvey's white sandy beach
Along a sheltered shore
It's the softness of sheepskin rugs
Sold at the island Co-Op
It's the intricate patterns of Aran sweaters
Carefully knitted for the shop
It's Dun Aengus cliff fort
It's each original dry stone wall
It's the beauty in natural things
No matter how big or small
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