Today old Finnow in flood waters of brown
Bank high in the rushy fields near Millstreet Town
On towards the Blackwater loudly babbling it's way
In the gray of the morning on a cold and windy January day
On a weather forecast high for the day of a chilly five degrees
The cold gales from the Boggeraghs soughing in the naked trees
Cattle in the farmyard sheds are bellowing for silage or hay
The sun may not shine on Duhallow today
The wildbirds by back doors eating seeds and crumbs of bread
Of them many more hungry and cold days ahead
By Spring some of them will not be alive
Only the strongest and fittest the Winter will survive
Brown storm water flowing fast in every field drain
And old Clara half cloaked in the gray fogs of rain
And bird song one never can expect for to hear
In January in Millstreet a windy, wet and cold time of year.
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