I Am From The Place

I am from the place where the Cails waters flow Through old rushy fields and by dyke and hedgerow To join the Finnow at a spot called the lyre Of singing of such beauty could one ever tire. From Kippagh through Ballydaly, Feirm and Annagloor Through lush grassy fields and fields rushy and poor And through Shannaknock and Liscreagh every night and day The Cails to the Finnow keeps babbling away. I am from the place where the migratory cuckoo in May Is heard singing cuckoo in the woods every day A smaller bird for her the young cuckoo will rear Even in Nature's kingdom life's not always fair. I am from the place where Cails and Finnow meet In that old green countryside west of Millstreet But I am one who has known a better day And the clock on my life it keeps ticking away.