I am of the place of the jackdaw and rook and gray crow
Where the rushes in clusters in the flat fields does grow
In the green countryside where the waterways meet
Just west of the Duhallow Town of Millstreet
From the mountains of my youth i live far away
And i have not seen Duhallow for many a day
Where the birds now are singing in the prime of the Spring
And Nature to view at her finest joy to many does bring
The hawthorns are cloaked in their white blossoms of May
And the swallows in pursuit of their flying insect prey
With the sun on their dark wings chirping as they fly
These migratory flying speedsters of the Spring sky
I am of the place where Blackwater winds it's way
By old country towns towards the sea night and day.
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