The old fields green and resplendent in their wildflowers of May
And the hawthorns quite beautiful cloaked in their blossoms of white
Of such natural beauty a lover of Nature would write
Duhallow in May is a beautiful time of year
The wild birds are singing and the Summer days near
The swallows home to breed from Lands far away
Above the fields chasing flying insects all day
The migratory nest parasite with the distinctive song
The cuckoo once heard one can never again get wrong
Cuckoo cuckoo is all they does say
The female their eggs in the nests of smaller birds lay
The only part in motherhood that she does play
She returns home to breed to Duhallow in May.
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