The Glasheen Rill

From it's source in Inchaleigh in view of Clara Hill
It ripples on downland the old Glasheen Rill
Through fields on the Claraghatlea-Inchaleigh border where rushes in clusters do grow
Into Finnow the white river it's waters do flow
Old memories live on they refuse for to die
Years ago with jam jars we fished for elvers in the Glasheen my young friends and i
Since then more than fifty years in time has gone
But the Glasheen to the Finnow as ever flows on
And only the memories with me now remain
Of faces and places i may not see again
And the Glasheen to the Finnow is flowing today
In the old rushy fields from here far away
Where i grew to love Nature as a young boy
And learning of her ways today i enjoy.