Poem by Clinton Scollard

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.

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