Through old fields of Cullen by night and by day
On towards the Blackwater it babbles on it's way
Old Araglen with the ever babbling tongue
By bards of Duhallow it's praises are sung
The centuries have come and the centuries have gone
But old Araglen to the Blackwater forever flows on
By ditches and through fields where rushes in clusters do grow
By groves and by dykes and many a hedgerow
Home to the river bird that everybody does know
The dark brown dipper with breast white as snow
Birds once heard and seen one cannot get wrong
Familiar in their appearance and in their distinctive song
The Duhallow bards it has inspired to rhyme
The Araglen River so ancient in time.
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