In The Old Rushy Field

A mile at the most west of the Town of Millstreet
In the old rushy field where the rivers do meet
The hawthorns are cloaked in their white blooms of the May
And the wildborn male pheasant is cucking today
The dark brown river bird dipper with breast white as snow
Sings in the Finnow that from Gneeves to the Blackwater flow
May in Duhallow is such a beautiful time of year
When the song of the mavis is so pleasant to hear
And the tiny brown wren with the big bird song in the hedgerow does sing
Far north in Duhallow in the prime of the Spring
Cattle out of wintering sheds from months of eating silage and hay
On lush nutritious Spring grass gaining weight by the day
Far north in Duhallow near the Town of Millstreet
In the old rushy field where the rivers do meet.