I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume and the sea-gulls cryring
Gefunden in: A Guide to Ballyheigue by Bryan Mac Mahon
Bryan: If you will ever read this: Thank you for the great “Wild Atlantic Way”-Walk and your nice stories.