The Claramore Rill

With babbling silvery tongue that is never still

It flows from the high fields by old Clara's Hill

To join the Cails River it flows with a will

The waterway known as the Claramore Rill

In Claraghatlea fields it does babble along

It was old when the first bird from Nature received the gift of song

Of the true age of the waterways not one who does know

Through the centuries of time to the oceans they flow

In the Claramore Rill in the prime of Spring 

The water bird dipper has his song to sing

Of snowy white breast and mostly dark brown

As he sings on the bank his head bobs up and down

It flows night and day with ever babbling tongue

I first grew to love it when i was very young

Through Claraghatlea to the Cails from high Claramore

At the start of it's journey to the Atlantic Shore.