Cails, Kales Or Annagloor

From high Kippagh Lake downhill it does flow And in Ballydaly to a bigger waterway grow In fields green and fertile and fields rushy and poor The river of three names Cails, Kales or Annagloor Through Feirm, Annagloor, Shannaknock and Liscreagh it ever flows onwards by night and by day And on through Claraghatlea to the Finnow it babbles it's way It has been flowing long before the first people to the Barony now known as Duhallow to live in came As an old waterway that did not havea name On going back the Seasons to many decades ago Long before time itself had become my foe I remember in late Spring on a pleasant evening in May On the river's green bank i watched the dark otters at play Such a beautiful sight for a ten year old boy To live in his memory a lifetimeto enjoy From the river of three names so ancient in time The inspiration of the makers of song and of story and rhyme At a spot called the Lyre not far from the Town of Millstreet The river of three names with the Finnow river meet Then on to nearby Drishane and into the Blackwater flow And into a far bigger waterway grow.