This poem intrigues me. The 'BONNY PORTMORE' thread reminded me of it, and so here it is. Can anyone help me as to it's origin?

KILCASH
(anonymous)

What shall we do for timber
The last of the woods is down
Kilcash and the house of its glory
And the belle of the house are gone
The spot where that lady waited
Who shamed all women for grace
When earls came sailing to greet her
And mass was said in the place

My grief and my affliction
Your gates are taken away
Your avenue needs attention
Goats in the garden astray
The courtyard's filled with water
And the great earls where are they?
The earls the lady the people
Beaten into the clay.

No sound of duck or geese there
Hawk's cry or eagle's call
No humming of the bees there
That brought honey and wax for all,
Nor even the song of birds there
When the sun goes down in the west
No cuckoo on bough-top there
Singing the world to rest.

There's mist there tumbling from branches
Unstirred by night and by day
And darkness falling from heaven
For our fortune has ebbed away
There's no holly, nor hazel, nor ash there
The pasture's rock and stone
The crown of the forest has withered
And the last of the game is gone

I beseech of Mary and Jesus
That the great come home again
With long dances held in the garden
Fiddle music and mirth among men
That Kilcash the home of our fathers
Be lifted on high again
And from that to the deluge of waters
In bounty and peace remain.