Where the Cails and Finnow as ever does flow
In the fields where the rushes in clusters do grow
On towards the Blackwater moving deep and slow
In view of the Boggeraghs the hills old as time
That has inspired the writers of song, story and rhyme
That overlooked the green countryside then without a name
Long before the first people to live near them came
Where i grew to love Nature as a young boy
And learning of her ways today i enjoy
In this place of marsupials in this vast Land far south
Of the waterways of the otter, the wild duck, the moorhen and brown trout
An old place i lived in many Seasons ago
Long before time that ages had become my foe.
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