The following song, with lyrics by 19th century Donegal poet William Allingham, can be found on the brilliant CD "Heartstring Sessions" by Arty McGlynn/Chris Newman/Nollaig Casey/Maire Ni Chathasaigh.

I'm curious whether there is a place called Eskydun?



Among the Heather (poem by William Allingham, air trad. Cork)

One evening walking out I overtook a modest colleen
When the wind was blowing cool and the harvest leaves were falling
"Is our way by chance the same? Might we travel on together?"
"Oh, I keep the mountain side", she replied, "among the heather."

"Your mountain air is sweet when the days are long and sunny
When the grass grows round the rocks and the whin bloom smells like honey
But the winter's coming fast with its foggy, snowy weather
And you'll find it bleak and chill on your hill among the heather."

She praised her mountain home and I'll praise it too, with reason
For where Molly is, there's sunshine and flowers at every season
Be the moorland black or white, does it signify a feather
Now I know the way by heart, every part, among the heather

The sun goes down in haste and the night falls thick and stormy
Yet I'd travel twenty miles to the welcome that's before me
Singing hi for Eskydun in the teeth of wind and weather
Love will warm me as I go through the snow among the heather

Repeat 1st verse