Far south of Duhallow for me no wealth and renown
And today i would be a stranger to many north in Millstreet Town
From there i have been many Seasons away
Time with it bring changes only true to say
But as most people nowadays have come to realize
That it is rather easy for to visualize
In fancy i can hear at the dawn of a Spring day
The nesting birds singing in groves far away
Far south of Duhallow in the southern Spring
The golden billed blackbird does whistle and sing
The magpie larks in the paddocks are singing pee wee
And a magpie is warbling on a tall gray gum tree
And blowing from the nearby Pacific a freshening breeze
Is gently soughing in the bushes and trees.
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