In The Old Rushy Fields

In the old rushy fields where the waterways meet
Just west of the County Cork Town of Millstreet
The mottled meadow pipits of feathers brown and gray
In the greeness of April are singing today

A freshening breeze of the Boggeraghs blowing
And hidden in the rushes the male pheasants are crowing
They mate with the females in April and May
Though no other part in parenting they do play

The lark a musical speck in the gray of the sky
Though born on the ground for to sing has to fly
The early flowers of Nature in full bloom to be seen
And Duhallow is looking resplendent and green

Spring in view of the Boggeraghs is a nice time of year
The songs of the blackbirds, wrens, robins and song thrushes so pleasant to hear
The finches are singing on bushes and trees
Their voices are carrying in the freshening breeze

And out of wintering sheds on months of living on silage and hay
Cattle on nutritious young grass are gaining weight by the day
In the old rushy fields by the Town of Millstreet
In the green countryside where the waterways meet.