In her nest of sticks she sits on her brown dotted blue eggs the silver backed crow
High on a beech tree near where the Blackwater River flow
A cool April wind from the Boggeraghs blow
And a male pheasant is cucking where the rank rushes grow
Wildflowers in the fields and warmer days near
April in Duhallow is a nice time of year
To many a familiar voice of the Spring
On a silver birch tree a male chaffinch sing
Above the old fields chasing flying insects all day
The swallows back home from Lands far away
With nests for to build and eggs for to lay
They will have young nestlings to care for in May
A small species of corvid of humans not that shy
The jackdaws to chimneys with sticks for their nests fly
Because they block their chimneys some home owners with them not impressed
They look on the black and grey birds as a pest
Cattle out of wintering sheds from months of eating silage and hay
On nutritious young grass gaining weight by the day
Near where the Blackwater River swollen by many a river and rill
Babbles it's way through Duhallow it's dark tongue never still.
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