By The Boggeraghs In May

Golden buttercups bloom by the silver tongued rill
Babbling down from the high fields by Mushera Hill
When the hawthorns are cloaked in their white blooms of the May
By the Boggeragh Ranges from here far away
Above the high wood in the twilight gray
The male woodcock is flying in his courtship display
With muffled sort of grunts that ends in a shrill sound
Perhaps as a warning to other male woodcocks that this is his breeding ground
In fancy the songs of the male songbirds i hear
In Duhallow in Spring the greenest time of year
Memories of such beauty are with me today
The past lingers with us as the wise one does say
And perhaps until death the memories with me will stay
Of the high green countryside by the Boggeraghs in May.