In June In Duhallow

 In the leafy groves of Duhallow from here far away

The wildbirds are chirping and singing today

And hidden in the rushes in a field near where Blackwater flow

The shy male pheasant flaps his wings and crow

Whilst nearby one of the females he has mated with in the high grass sits on her nest

With the eggs that will bear the pheasants of the future warm beneath her breast

And with the sun on their dark wings chirping as they fly

The swallows are chasing flying insects in the sky

The voice of the cuckoo so pleasant to hear

In June in Duhallow quite a nice time of year

Where i grew to love Nature as a young boy

And memories do live on as a source of joy

And live as mental images in my memory

I thought i had left Duhallow but Duhallow has not left me

The sweet scent of grass freshly mowed for silage or hay

In the scent glands of the nostrils a lifetime does stay

The fields green and looking resplendent in their Nature's flowers

That have come to bloom in recent summer showers

In June in Duhallow from here far away

In the afternoon of a bright sunny day.