Mid Ulster MP Francie Molloy at Lough Neagh Lough Neagh facing an ecological disaster Up the Shore i The lough will claim a victim every year. It has virtue that hardens wood to stone. There is a town sunk beneath its water. It is the scar left by the Isle of Man. ii At Toomebridge where it sluices towards the sea They’ve set new gates and tanks against the flow. From time to time they break the eels’ journey And lift five hundred stones in one go. iii But up the shore in Antrim and Tyrone There is a sense of fair play in the game. The fishermen confront them one by one And sail miles out and never learn to swim. Iv ‘We’ll be the quicker going down,’ they say. And when you argue there are no storms here, That one hour floating’s sure to land them safely – ‘The lough will claim a victim every year.’ Seamus Heaney’s poem, published in 1969, captures much of what makes Lough Neagh unique. It has long been a place of myth an...