As Jer Long Used To Say

The river at Aubane above Millstreet Town Is flowing bank high in flood waters of brown And Mushera behind gray fog hidden away In the morning of a chilly October Autumn day The bleak days of Winter with each passing day near For the Duhallow farmers another poor year Their livestock must survive the Winter on poor quality feed For them a grim financial outlook indeed For Irish music and dancing a place of renown The people in view of Mushera do not allow life's cares to get them down In the Hall at Aubane they dance their cares away Laughter is the best of medicine as some like to say Jer Long of Annagloor who was raised in Aubane a man i used to know Used to say we have lived through hard Winters and never eaten the snow When we live through the hard times good times are our due To such a philosophy in Aubane they remain true The Autumn weather is poor a tough Winter may be ahead But that hope springs eternal truer words never said The river at Aubane is flowing bank high today But things will only improve as Jer Long used to say.