In Late May To Duhallow

The contented cattle lay chewing their cuds in the lush green fields of Duhallow
And home for to breed the dark winged barn swallow
Across the gray sky at great speed they are racing
They chirp whilst flying insects their prey they are chasing
The shy male pheasant hidden in the rushes is crowing
And from the Boggeragh Ranges the winds of rain are blowing
The farmers another wet Season are fearing
And in late May to Duhallow the Summer is nearing
The brown lark above the bog in the gray sky is singing
And busy robins to their nestlings worms and insects are bringing
Male blackbird is singing a warning to others
At nesting time he will even attack his brothers
In late May to Duhallow the Summer is nearing
And farmers another wet Season are fearing.