‘The Queen of Mullylusty’
It was a crisp February morning With the cry of spring in the air Around the rolling hills of Belcoo I visited a special lady there
Driving up to the green door Of Margaret Gallagher’s idyllic home I get the heady, smell of turf smoke Where beautiful wild birds love to roam
The walls are sparkling with whitewash Thatch adorns the roof of this place Margaret Gallagher greets me at the door With a welcoming smile upon her face
But this is not a showy museum It is a warm and welcoming home Margaret lives her life so happily It is all she has ever known
Margaret bakes her own homemade bread She fetches water from the well
As she places a slice upon my plate
That creates a wonderful smell
Margaret is a real country lady
She is grounded, earthy , spiritual and wise Who is totally in touch with this place
Her eloquence she cannot disguise
With a deep and strong faith in God
She has a sense that the Lord is very near Her deep devotion to the sacraments As sustained her for many a year
With a very happy childhood
She worked hard upon the land Dropping seeds for lovely potatoes And in the bog she’d lent a hand
Beautiful oil lamps, light up the room
Margaret tells me about the importance of reading With a bookcase full of fact and fiction
She says books give her a special feeling
Margaret explains the philosophy for life And that we are only passing through So enjoy every moment of your life Because God has a plan for you
As I bid farewell to Margaret As she walks me to the door She is the Queen of Mullylusty A lady that we all adore