I doubt this was ever meant to be sung, or that it could be turned into a song that would sound at all folksy; therefore I don't think it's the song our guest had in mind:

From The Garden of the Sun by Albert Ernest Stafford Smythe (Toronto: The Macmillan Company of Canada, Ltd, 1923), page 46:


MULLAGHCARN

It was worth a life to live to see that day
    On the hill-top in the heart of Old Tyrone,
With the sun in all the valleys and the heavens bright with May—
    Old Tyrone, Old Tyrone, Old Tyrone!
There we watched the wee roads wandering off where every wind has blown
    Threading hill and valley, mountain pass and glen—
"Could you leave behind Lisleer, face the world without a fear?"
    Was my question, and it passed beyond our ken.

Our two hearts went soaring up in that blue sky
    As we climbed the heather slopes of Mullaghcarn;
It was all a world of glory and our hopes were set on high—
    Mullaghcarn, Mullaghcarn, Mullaghcarn!
There we found a ferny hollow with a little shining tarn
    Like a mirror, showing heaven in its glass;
There was never such a throne for a king and queen alone
    As we made among the bracken and the grass.

There you heard the fairy music faint and fine,
    And your eyes were filled with love-light, Norah mine,
Lives of old and lives to follow wove their magic spell benign,
    Norah mine, Norah mine, Norah mine!
That was years and years ago, dear, but love never knows decline
    When it serves the Selfless Heart through shine and showers;
For we vowed to Angus Oge we should give His blessing vogue—
    Youth eternal, Love and Wisdom—His and ours.