This is a passage from the writings of Johnny Mulhern who came from Kiltyclogher
Little did he (Seán) think as he walked the heather hills of Corranmore in years away that such should occur to him little did his comrade of youth dream of parting with him thus but let us try and remember him.
Here follows at least so shall we remember him.
Winds of melancholy sighs
Why is it thus ye wail?
Like when some blessed soul it flies
Away from Granuaile.
Like some departed patriot son
Of truth and love galore
Who thus a martyr’s crown hath won
Like Sean from Corranmore.
The winds may whisper in the trees
The streamlets murmers too
But Sean, Oh thow:- who is it sees
The happy life of you
Vouch safe my land my body give
Like others gone before
For evermore I’d die to live
With Sean from Corranmore.
The hills may bend in majesty
Where off a boy he strayed
And look in ease oor Corranbeg
Wherein he off delayed
But grief must follow on with me
And tears flow by the score
Because I never more can see
My Sean from Corranmore.
How off his journey brought him to
The wooded heights of Glann
And on the rugged heights of Dhua
He struggled to his clan
And when his form was seen anear
The boys all hurried on
And hailed him welcome with a cheer
Their Sean from Corranmore.
But Oh, his land he loved it more,
(But did he love in vain)
Where off he lad his gallant host
His Land to free again,
Should we flinch they cry aloud
Drive England from the door
We need not fear our leader proud
Is Sean from Corranmore.
Alas: he led them bravely on
And led them out of breath
But ere he saw a seventh dawn
His body lay in Death.
So Corranmore must live alone
And grieve in accents sore
He lies beneath the caism stone
Brave Sean from Corranmore.