Porkopolis

Muckish Mountain
(The Pig's Back)

• LIKE a sleeping swine upon the skyline,
• Muckish, thou art shadowed out,
• Grubbing up the rubble of the ages
• With your broken, granite snout.
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• Muckish, greatest pig in Ulster's oakwoods,
• Littered out of rock and fire,
• Deep you thrust your mottled flanks for cooling
• Underneath the peaty mire.
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• Long before the Gael was young in Ireland,
• You were ribbed and old and grey,
• Muckish, you have long outstayed his staying,
• You have seen him swept away.
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• Muckish, you will not forget the people
• Of the laughing speech and eye,
• They who gave you name of Pig-back-mountain
• And the Heavens for a sty!