You Wrote How Dublin Made You

You wrote how Dublin made you now that seems fair enough But when you put down rural Ireland I find that a bit rough And there's nothing special about Dublin it is just another Town And when you put down rural Ireland you've put all of Ireland down. You show no love for Connacht or places of the west The stone fields or the woodlands where pipit and robin nest But Connacht lives without you 'The west is still awake' The snipe nests in the moorland, the moorhen by the lake You show no love for Nature the green fields of the south The upland rill where heron stalk the little mountain trout How can you love your Country if you do not love her Land And the ways of her rural people you fail to understand? . You wrote how Dublin made you and not the poteen still And the mountain of the woodcock to you the hungry hill But have you ever listened to the skylark pipe above the mountain brow Or have you listened to the chaffinch singing on the leafy bough? . You say how Dublin made you at least that's what you wrote But you have no eye for Nature though you've won fame as a poet And rural Ireland does not need you without you it will live on And the moorland and the meadow will be there when you are gone.