Barony of clanmacowan
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
