In The Rushy Fields

Just west of the Duhallow Town of Millstreet Above the rushy fields where the rivers do meet The little brown skylark does sing as he fly A musical speck in the gray morning sky The freshening winds of April from the mountains blow And the little brown dunnock sings in the hedgerow And the dark brown dipper with breast white as snow On song where the river rapids do flow The cattle out of wintering sheds on months of silage and hay On nutritious young grass gaining weight by the day The weather every day is warming by a few degrees And the rooks cawing on their stick nests on the tall trees Just west of the Duhallow Town of Millstreet In the rushy fields where the rivers do meet.