Up high on the mountain side
Looking down along the valley
Is a Chapel built of stone
Earth and mud for its mortar
Built in the time of the famine
With donations from rich andpoor
Men and Women gave their time
Children chipped in too
No fancy exterior to greet you
Has a steeple tall and proud
People come from far and near
On Sundays as the bell sounds
Beside it, a little graveyard
With headstones very old
Weeping Willows around them
Plenty flowers on each grave
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