HOLY WELLS

By Clinton Scollard

At Toberaribba,

Sooth, what do you think,

‘ T is not holy water

They go for to drink!

At Tobernanavin,

As sure as you‘ re born,

There‘ s dancing and prancing

And juice of the corn!

At Tobernacerta,

They sport on the green;

There‘ s laughing and chaffing,

And lots of poteen!

At Tobernaglashy,

With moss at the brink,

There‘ s much holy water,

But not for to drink!