Rossbawn in Laois's Sliabh Bloom mountains
The snow it falls today,
But on the ground it does not stay
No, but fastly melts away…
As water to drains does pour…
And when the shower ends is seen
No snow, where once there had been
And unwhite is the scene
As it was before.
We are like the snow
We are here, then we go
That we existed few will know
We will be no more…
