It's babbling voice it has never been still
Through green Inchaleigh the old Glasheen Rill
On towards the Finnow by night and by day
By ditches and hedges it babbles it's way
As a great waterway it will never be known
But the Glasheen Rill has a charm of it's own
Long before time it did become our foe
With jam jars we fished for elvers there many Summers ago
Since i last lived near Millstreet many Seasons have gone
But today in Inchaleigh the Glasheen is flowing and life does go on
And the skylark fly up from the rushes to sing
The wonders of Nature an amazing thing
And in fancy i can hear the lowing of a cow
In a field where the Glasheen flows to the Finnow.
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