Of all the places on God's earth
Whose praise is sung in song and verse
I know a place - unsung as yet
Whose beauty far outweighs the rest

Here lie O'Neills - all warriors hold
Their deeds - the stuff of legends told
Nearby MacMurphy takes his rest
From days when outlaw he was pressed

Priesthunter - Johnson of the Fews
And landlords who extorted dues
A priest who lived through famine times
Poor men from now all recline
In Creggan's stony fragrant soil
Here all as one - released from toil

Sometimes at twilight here I stray
When summer's sunset closes day
Across the Meadow comes the strain
McCooey's verse - I hear again
As if the world to turn had ceased
In Creggan Churchyard - all is peace