In November In Duhallow

 The waterways flowing fast after recent heavy rain

And the salmon back to breed in home rivers again

In the gravelly fords where their lives journeys began

Between fresh and saltwater they live their time span

The songs of the birds one never does hear

In November in Duhallow a cold and wet time of  year

To the heavy gales and the late Autumn frost

The deciduous trees all of their leaves have lost

The cattle in farmyard shed for their winter stay

In the grey of the dawn bellowing for silage or hay

At least five months from the prime of the Spring

When the grass will start growing and the nesting birds will sing

The summits of the boggeragh Ranges in the low fogs of grey

Of the eyes of the beholder from view hidden away

In Duhallow in November the weather seldom fine

And the old fields though green bare and cold for the lack of sunshine

The weather wet and cold close to zero degrees

And the freshening winds soughing in bare deciduous trees

In November in Duhallow with Christmas quite near

With Winter fast approaching  near the end of an old year.