Chapter 25

'There sings a bonnie linnet

Up the heather glen;

The voice has magic in it

Too sweet for mortal men!

Sing O, the blooming heather,

O, the heather glen!

Where fairest fairies gather

To lure in mortal men.'

Carrig-a-fooka Inn, near Knockma,

On the shores of Lough Corrib.

A modern Irish poet [*] says something that Franc