Far South

Far south of the  road from Millstreet to Rathmore
Thousands of sky miles south of Hibernia's shore
Under a blue Summer sky with just a few clouds of gray
The silver billed magpie is singing today

Far south of Caherbarnagh and The Paps of Shrone
And old Gortavehy in his face of stone
Upon a low branch of a black wattle tree
The dainty magpie lark does call out pee wee

Old  Mushera looks cold in his white hat of snow
And across Aubane valley the frosty winds blow
But in the Land of the south it is  thirty degrees
And warmth in the  sunshine and warmth in the breeze

Old Clara obscured in the gray fogs  of rain
And brown storm water gurgling in the roadside drain
Far south it is sunny and breezy and bright
And white butterflies dancing in the  warm sunlight

Near where Finnow bank high to the Blackwater flow
The hungry cattle in farm shed for fodder bellow
Far south it is Summer and in the sunny sky
In pursuit of flying insects the dark swallows fly

Winter in Duhallow a cold and wet time of  year
Where the gales in the bare trees one often does hear
But far south as the migratory bird fly in the sunlit park by the bay
The wild birds are singing and whistling today.