Hark, ye people of Ireland, lend your
ears,
In
the very heart of Erin, it shall appear.
Plant a cross upon the sacred soil, and behold,
The
hidden truths that lie within its fold.
When the juncture
point is found, pray tell,
What enigma awaits, what celestial spell?
From Dublin’s bustling streets to Galway’s shore,
Those with eyes to see shall discern heaven’s lore.
This is the new wine.
An Dà Shealladh
Once you've tasted the new wine, how many days will it take before you ask for more?
In the land
of the Sun, Jacob happy will be.
An Dà Shealladh
