The Pride Of Duhallow

Her wavy shoulder length hair as dark as the wing of a crow
The beautiful young woman from the place where The Araglen flow
In fields of Duhallow from here far away
On towards the Blackwater it flows with a babble by night and by day

Her eyes are as blue as the sunny Irish Sky
On a nice day in Summer in the prime of July
So friendly and charming and free of conceit and guile
The beautiful person has such a beautiful smile

Of the home of the badger and the shy river trout
The Pride of Duhallow has made it far south
To the Land of koala and echidna and roo
And white long billed corella and yellow tailed black cockatoo

She tells me that she will be home for the Spring
When in the groves of Duhallow the wild birds do sing
And the hawthorns will wear their white blooms of the May
In Warrnambool her's will not be a long stay

She will tell her friends in Duhallow of the places in she has been
Of her travels in Australia and the beauty she has seen
The beautiful young woman i met on a Warrnambool street
Far south of where the Blackwater and the Araglen meet.