Giant's Causeway

Each basalt column stands erect Like some pedestal from where whence A broken-hearted mermaid wept; Many a sweetheart beauteous Touched the Giant's Harp left these shores It's the lore of the sea that calls It's the wave's guttural guitars Leads them astray …with bare ship halls. It's their legacy, their footprints That disappears under the sea, Melting lava honeycombs, Their destiny does oversee. These myths in the mist always are A kind of mystery aren't they, The kind that is hard to obtain, Listen and you might hear Áine The Faery Goddess riding, Riding her red-foal as the sunsets In summer attire, eyes red- Rubies in their beds of glowing fire; Mermaids lie on the Giant's Causeway Counting lives like Premier Poker Chips Men have gambled, drown in chardonnay For a taste of some goddesses, red lips.