In Millstreet's High Country

A musical speck in the gray morning sky
The skylark is carolling as upwards he does fly
Above Bill Pad's mountain known as Millstreet Country Park today
In a beautiful place in old Mushera in May
The wood pigeoons build their stick nests high on the pine trees
Their familiar cooings carrying in the freshening breeze
In Mushera it is such a nice time of year
The song of the robin so pleasant to hear
With his nesting borders for to defend
In Spring any male of his kind not a friend
In the leafy woodlets of old Tooreenbawn
The blackbird is singing to greet the grey dawn
Where the hawthorns are in their white blooms of the May
In Millstreet's high country from here far away.