A poem written by Mrs. Isabelle Barnes of Los Angeles, California in 1937

Mrs. Barnes was the sister of Mrs. Grace Holt, and as a child spent much of her time around Haggett’s Pond.

The beauty of Killarney’s lakes,

            Away across the sea,

Have oft been sung but fairer far

            Is Haggett’s Pond to me.

It brings to me fond memories of

            Happy days of yore,

When we rowed upon its rippling waves

            And danced upon its shore.

We picnicked there in days gone by,

            So happy, gay and free,

With our sweethearts; oh, fond memories

            Linger ever more with me.

For I fancy I can see the Kilties

            Coming round the bend,

And the lads’ and lassies’ laughter

            With bagpipes’ music blend.

On the program first, was dancing,

            If the young folks had their way,

The “Reel o’ Tollochgoram” and

            Then a good Strathspey,

The “Highland Schottische” all enjoyed.

            When the piper played the tune

            Of “Weel may the Keel Rowe,” is

            Ended all too soon.

Many of our dear friends have long

            Since gone to rest;

It seems that God has gathered home

            Just those we loved the best;

Though absent from our hearth and home,

            They’ll not forgotten be,

For I sometimes find this heart of mine

            Is nearer them than me.

Let Nations toast their Kings and Queens,

            Their Lords and Ladies fine;

My toast shall be to Haggett’s Pond

And the friends of Auld Lang Syne.