July In Duhallow

Today above the rushy fields where the waterways meet
In the green countryside by the Town of Millstreet
A musical speck in the gray of the sky
The mottled brown skylark sings as upwards he does fly
On a pleasant enough day of twenty degrees
The scent of the freshly cut meadow grass wafting in the breeze
Young birds are chirping in a leafy grove nearby
In the prime of the Summer in the greenness of July
On the hills of the Boggeraghs a natural treat
Whortleberries the tiny blue fruits of the heather delicious to eat
July in Duhallow a nice time of year
In the woods the cooing of the wood pigeons one often does hear
And the song of the dipper can be heard in the rill
That babbles to the river down the fields by the hill.