The Merasheen Hills

by Ronald Pitcher Sr.

In my memories again I am strolling along
Where the birds in the meadows are singing their song
It’s the isle of my birthplace, her hollows and rills
I’m strolling along on the Merasheen Hills.

I’m strolling down wind gaps along by the shore
I remember the church and the old Co-op Store
To look at the little brook as in the sea it spills
It’s nice to be here on the Merasheen Hills.

Lo the old familiar coves and the sound of the swells
And the gay Garden Parties near the old Chapel Hill
Where the boys and the girls turned out for their thrills
Just to roam and to stroll on the Merasheen Hills.

In the old Parish Hall on an evening in June
To enjoy the square dances and the light of the moon
To the sounds of laughter and old time quadrilles
It’s part of my memories on the Merasheen Hills.

Oh the scenes they have changed but my chimney still stands
It’s the same as when I built it from scrap rock and sand
With its old rock foundation supporting it still
As I gaze down upon it from the Merasheen Hills.

Now your sons and your daughters have gone far away
In search of adventures in the land of the free
To mainland America its pleasures and thrills
But their hearts they left behind on the Merasheen Hills.

I come back every summer accompanied by my wife
I hope I can do this the rest of my life
We sometimes take our children and theirs if they will
To roam along with us on the Merasheen Hills

It’s the land of my childhood, it’s my old happy home
Down there I meet friends who are second to none
May I live once again to see her hollows and rills
And to roam once again on the Merasheen Hills.

Now with those few verses some memories did unfold
I have many more which someday must be told
If you desire some memories that you’ll cherish still
Join us sometime on the Merasheen Hills.
Join us sometime on the Merasheen Hills.