Back There In The Fields Where The Cails Waters Flow

In fancy I hear the harsh cawings of the gray backed crow Back there in the fields where the Cails waters flow On towards the Finnow and then the great Blackwater meet In Drishane two miles from the Town of Millstreet. At the Lake of Kippagh by Kippagh's bracken hill It begins it's sea going journey as a mountain rill Swelled by drains and rills to a river it does grow Babbling through Ballydaly by ditch and hedgerow. On it's never ending journey by night and by day Through Feirm, Annagloor, Shannaknock, Liscreagh and Claraghatlea it babbles it's way Where it joins with the Finnow at a spot called the lyre The wonders of Nature never cease to inspire. The Cails from Kippagh will flow forever more To the Finnow and the Blackwater to the Atlantic shore Through old fields and by hedgerows where flowers bloom in Spring And where the nesting wild birds do whistle and sing.