I Hail From The Land

I hail from the Land of the gray hooded crow Where Araglen and Finnow to the Blackwater flow Through green old Duhallow on it's way to the sea When I visualize such great beauty I see. In fancy I hear the babble of the rill Where it flows forever down the fields by the hill The water is gurgling in the roadside drain And the chaffinch he sings in the wind and the rain. A migrant in the Land of wombat and roo Koala, rosella the black and the white cockatoo My Homeland from here far north and far away In this great Southern Country I may live my last day. Though it is many Seasons since I last lived there I hail from the Land of the badger and hare And the pipe of the curlew I fancy I hear Above the brown bog in the Spring of the year.