By The Lake Of Gortavehy

In the bracken valley by the hill of stone upon the higher ground
By the Lake of Gortavehy Nature's beauty does abound
Where the sounds of Nature such as the kronking of ravens and the bleating of sheep one is likely to hear
To quiet old Gortavehy Utopia must be near
Since last i was in Gortavehy twenty seven years gone by
In the prime of the Summer a balmy evening in July
The small brown lark was singing a musical speck in the sky
Though born in a ground nest to sing he has to fly
Far north even as the migratory bird does fly from this far Southern Shore
Gortavehy in the mountain countryside between Millstreet and Rathmore
The bracken and stony valley around the deep dark lake
Far too tough and unyielding for the plow for crops to break
It is Winter in Gortavehy from here far away
And a sleety rain is falling on this cold February day.