Mid June In Old Sliabh Luachra

The nesting birds sing in Sliabh Luachra in the leafy groves of Lisheen And Nature's flowers bloom in the old fields and everywhere looking so lush and green And the sheep are high on the Pap Mountains overlooking the small fields of Shrone And the lark in the gray sky is singing above where the bracken cloaks many a stone Sliabh Luachra the home of great poets and musicians and though their bones with the long departed do lay In the towns and villages of the Cork-Kerry border their legends are living today Their poems, stories and music still living despite the passing of the decades of time In death as in life they are legends the makers of music and rhyme On the steep slopes of the old Pap Mountains the heather around the stones grow And to the small rushy fields of Sliabh Luachra the Seasons they come and they go And from the rushy fields by the mountains by many a ditch and hedgerow The silver tongued streams of Sliabh Luachra on down to the big river flow It's mid June now in old Sliabh Luachra a beautiful time of the year And often in my flights of fancy the song of the robin I hear.