A long way from here to the fields near Millstreet
Where the Cails from Kippagh and the Finnow does meet
Where the hawthorns now wear their white blooms of the May
And the nesting birds whistle and sing every day
The song of the blackbird melodious and clear
In Duhallow a beautiful time of the year
The dark brown river bird dipper with breast white as snow
Does sing in the rapids where Finnow does flow
On towards the Blackwater by ditch and hedgerow
And through old rushy fields where the male pheasant crow,
The swallows are flying in the clouds blue and gray
Above the old fields in their flowers of the May.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
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