Where Old Clara Mountain As Ever

Where old Clara Mountain as ever looks down
On the green countryside bordering Millstreet Town
In the prime of April in the morning gray
The wild birds of Nature are singing today
In the groves and on trees they sing all day long
And many of them distinctive in their song
Cattle out of wintering sheds on months of living on silage and hay
On nutritious young grass gaining weight by the day
Near where Finnow the white river to the Blackwater flow
Above the old fields where the rushes in clusters does grow
The dark barn swallows home from far away
Chirping as they fly chasing flying insect prey
And on hedgerows, trees and in groves the nesting birds sing
In distant Duhallow in the prime of the Spring.