Where The Araglen Flow

In fancy i can hear a silver back crow
Cawing on a beech tree where the Araglen flow
On to the Blackwater it babbles it's way
Through old fields of Cullen by night and by day
From the Duhallow high countryside of Kiskeam
The Araglen by thousands of centuries has preceded it's human given name
The old river that has inspired the bards to rhyme
Will flow on forever through the Seasons of time
In early Spring in March on a budding birch tree
In song the red breasted robin proclaims territory
And where old river Araglen babbles along
The white breasted dipper sings his scratchy song
On to the Blackwater en route to the sea
The Araglen babbles on eternally.