OFF CONNEMARA

Off the coast of Connemara,

Sailor, sailor, what‘ s the hail?

“Dip the sail to Saint Macdara —

Dip the sail!”

So we dipped it as we tripped it

Southward with the fluting gale.

Long ago did Saint Macdara

Pass beyond this mortal pale;

Yet to-day off Connemara

Deeds of godliness avail;

Where the good old saint said masses

Every sailor, as he passes,

Dips the sail.