Archies Hill at Ballyweelin
Right by the old stone seat
Was the place men from Lower Rosses
And Creggconnell liked to meet.
They were Mitchells, Feeneys, Crawleys
The Finnigans and Currans
Lukie Giblin and the Kivlehans
Leydens Harans and Burns
The talk would be of farming
Rearing cattle, crops, the rain
Poppie Feeney with harmonica
Would come to entertain
Often used by courting couples
Sat there late into the night
Once a superstitious traveller
Got such an awful fright
At that time ghosts and fairies
Were said to be about
So he ran off like a greyhound
With his coat turned inside out
Now the main road has been widened
The old stone seat is no more
Like the folk who chatted on it
In the bygone days of yore.
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