Far North In Duhallow

Far north in Duhallow near the Town of Millstreet In the flat and rushy old fields where the Cails and Finnow meet And flows on to the Blackwater that flows to the ocean shore A journey through north east of Cork County of sixty miles or more In the coolness of late September the leaves are turning brown And the birds are no longer singing in the groves near Millstreet Town And though the weather cool and unsettled the hills are clear of snow And from the Boggeragh mountains the winds of rain do blow My walks in those old rushy fields I always did enjoy And my love of Nature blossomed there when I was a young boy In my flights of fancy I see the hawthorns in their white blooms of the May And I hear the songbirds singing in the dawning of the day And the swallows chasing flying insects are chirping as they fly Above the fields of Claraghatlea across the cloudy sky.