The icy breath of Winter from the northlands do blow
And the fields and the mountains are covered in snow
The cattle in farmyard shed bellow for silage or hay
It is cold very cold in Duhallow today
By every back door hungry birds pecking bread
A long, hard and hungry Winter of them lay ahead
Some of them will not survive to see the Spring
In the woods of Duhallow never more for to sing
Where the harshest of Winter with each dawn draws near
December in Ireland is a cold time of year
Swollen by recent rains and the thaw of the snow
The Blackwater bank high through Duhallow does flow
Far south of Duhallow in the blue sky not a rain cloud in sight
And on a gum tree a magpie flutes in the sunlight.
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