November In Duhallow

In fancy the Boggeragh Ranges i see
My past from Duhallow has traveled with me
From the overnight frost the high fields looking gray
By the old snow capped mountains from here far away
November in Duhallow is a cold and wild and wet time of year
When the cawing of the rooks and the chirping of the migratory redwings on the bare trees one hear
As to cold, wet and Wintery December time takes us near
The waterways swollen and brown from recent heavy rains for weeks have not flowed clear
In the gray of the morning in the farmyard shed
The hungry cattle for fodder are bellowing to be fed
Nothing to eat for them in the bare fields today
Their next feed of young grass in time from them far away
Storm-water is gurgling in every field and roadside drain
As down from the mountains steal the gray fogs of rain.