Aubane In December

 Old Mushera is cloaked in the low fogs of grey

And cattle in the farm-yard sheds are bellowing for silage or hay

The Christmas and New Year is not far away

And no songbird is singing in Aubane today 

Th weather temperature is just above zero degrees

And the cold wind is soughing in bare deciduous trees

Four months at least from the first breath of  Spring

When the wildflowers will bloom and the nesting birds sing

And on the deciduous trees new leaf buds will appear

Spring in Aubane is a green time of year

But on Winter nights in their Hall the people of Aubane dance their cares away

Where the past in the present is living today

In December few cars on the narrow Butter Road that winds up and down

Through the valley of Aubane above Millstreet Town

With the colder and wetter days of January with each grey dawning near

The chirping of the migratory redwing thrushes on the trees one does hear

In Aubane in December the weather seldom fine

And the sun in the grey sky some days never shine

But the people of Aubane in their Hall will be dancing tonight

And to the music of the accordeons will be laughing in delight.