Young lambs on the high fields around their mothers play
And the nesting birds they are singing in Mushera today
The wood pigeons cooing on the spruce and pine trees
On a pleasant April morning of around eighteen degrees
Mushera the old hill above Millstreet Town
On the green countryside as ever looking down
On the narrow and high Butter Road such splendid scenery
Of the undulating country-side far as the eyes can see
When the lark from the heather flies upwards to sing
Mushera is a beautiful place in the Spring
Going back the centuries before the first people to it came
It was an old place that did not have a name
Mushera where Duhallow and Muskerry meet
In the high countryside above the Town of Millstreet
The wild nesting birds they are singing today
In the high woodlands from here far away.
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