Among the rank rushes the cock pheasant crow
Today in the fields where the Cails water flow
Nearby one of the females he has mated with on her large clutch of olive eggs does lay
Though no part in family matters apart from mating he does play
Wafting in the warm breeze of a sunny June day
The sweet scent of freshly mowed grass for silage or hay
On what is a beautiful time of the year
The voice of the cuckoo so pleasant to hear
With the sun on their dark wings chirping as they fly
The swallows are chasing flying insects in the sky
On through the green fields of Annagloor, Shannaknock and Liscreagh
The Cails to the Finnow ever babbles it's way
And the dark brown water bird dipper of breast white as snow
Does sing on the bank of where the Cails water flow.
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