In July In Ballydaly

Above the old fields high in the sky

The dark barn swallows chasing flying insects fly

On an afternoon warm and breezy and dry

In the prime of the Summer in balmy July

In a pleasant weather temperature high of twenty three degrees

The contented cattle lay chewing their cuds in the shade of the trees

And in a grove nearby a bird whose voice one could never get wrong

The cuckooo who got his name from the sound of his song

July in Ballydaly is a nice time of year

In the leafy hedgerows chirping young birds one does hear

And the sweet scent of freshly mowed grass for silage or hay

From Ballydaly in July Eathly Utopia is not far away

In the old fields white butterflies seemingly dancing above the wildflowers

That have come to bloom after recent mild Summer showers

In the sunny mostly blue sky just a few clouds of gray

In July in Ballydaly on a nice Summer's day