Today in the fields by the Town of Macroom
The wildflowers of Nature are in their full bloom
And on the green bank where Sullane does flow
The dark brown water bird dipper of breast white as snow
His head ever bobbing as he sings his metallic sounding song
Once seen and once heard one you never again will get wrong
Macroom it is at it's green finest in May
With the swallows back home to breed from far away
The sun on their dark wings chirping as they fly
Chasing flying insects to and fro in the sky
On a leafy birch tree a pink breasted male chaffinch sing
It is said song with birds is mostly a territorial thing
Since at breeding time they have borders to defend
And even their own kind to them not a friend.
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