Her Grandmother Came From Cullen Poem by Francis Duggan

By the church on the hill some of her ancestors lay
In the old Cullen graveyard so far, far away
In Cullen they lived and in Cullen they died
And their descendants have travelled the World far and wide.

A Sliabh Luachra Village in a green countryside
Of her ties with Cullen she feeels a great pride
And though the makers and shapers of Cullen are gone
Their songs and their music and stories live on.

To Cullen in Duhallow on Latiaran day
The migrants and their children back from far away
Back home for the music, the craic and the beer
For one of Sliabh Luachra's great days of the year.

I attended Latiaran two years back she said
And it's sure good to know that tradition is not dead
The Village pubs open all day until late
And the music and dancing and singing was great

Old stories from her Cullen Grandmother she recall
And the old songs of Sliabh Luachra she love best of all
From Cullen and Rathmore and the Paps countryside
The music and poetry has travelled world wide.

Meentogues where Eoghan Rua lived and old Knocknagree
And Gneeveguilla and Barraduff steeped in history
Renowned for their music and poetry and song
In common with Cullen to Sliabh Luachra belong

In the old graveyard on the hill some of her ancestors lay
By the chapel in Cullen so far, far away
And though born and raised far from Cullen she still feels great pride
That her grandmother came from that green countryside.