by Dr Nessan Mc Cann who was a general practitioner in West Cavan and Belcoo from 1953 untill 1959
Though banished far from Ireland,
My thoughts go ever back
To a border town in Cavan,
They call it just the 'Black.
In any of the seasons,
My heart will miss a beat,
As thoughts go back to cavan
And quiet Blacklion Street.
In spring we watched the swallows
Swoop low across the lake,
And anglers then would ponder
How soon they'd fish "the drake."
On evenings in the summer
We liked to take our ease
Admiring sunset from the bridge
And basking in the breeze.
"The weathers warm for Autumn,
"Sure, the Winter will be brief",
What a peaceful conversation
At the falling of the leaf"
"There's snow today on Cuilcagh"
In December we might say
"Sure it's nice to have a little
Going to Mass on Christmas Day"
We lead a quiet peaceful life
'Twas far too good to last
That's why I'll always treasure
These memories of the past.
Its sad to think we're scattered
And ne'er will have again
The idle ways and blissful days
We had by Lough McNean.
The Good Lord has been good to me
And if i don't get back
I thank Him with my heart and Soul
For Memories of the Black.