A freshening wind with a chill in it from the Boggeraghs blow
In Claraghatlea soughing in bare deciduous trees
On weather temperatures just above zero degrees
Christmas in Claraghatlea is a cold and wet time of year
In the gray of the morning the cawing of the hungry rooks and gray crows one does hear
On bare deciduous trees hunger in their cry
With the clouds of rain gathering in a sunless sky
From Claraghatlea in December Spring in time seems far away
In the farmyard sheds cattle bellowing for silage or hay
The songbirds too hungry for to chirp or sing
Some of them will not be living for to welcome the Spring
On Claraghatlea in December the sun seldom shine
In weather temperatures varying from zero to nine.
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