Where Finnow the white river to the Blackwater flow
I grew to love Nature many Seasons ago
Long before time it did become my foe
As the flood is subsiding on a gray Autumn dawn
The salmon are swimming upriver to spawn
Though some of them fall victim to the poacher's gaff or spear
The call of Nature they answer once a year
With the cold and wet days of Winter with each day drawing near
In November the sky above the Boggeraghs of cloud seldom clear
From colder northern parts the redwing thrushes back again
Their arrival does herald the onset of frost, snow, wind and rain
The Blackwater swollen from heavy rain bank high does flow
In the flat fields of Duhallow in weather cold enough to snow.
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