The Mushera Fog

It steals down the mountain the Mushera fog Across the mountain road and cloaks Togher Bog On damp and wet days in Winter and the latter Fall The traffic goes up and down road at a crawl From the high road a steep dropp down the mountain side And to drive fast there in the fog is a wish for suicide But what a beautiful drive on a pleasant Spring day When the hawthorns are in their white flowers of the May A beautiful view of the countryside for miles around As you drive up and down the high road on the higher ground But from mid Fall to early Spring on damp weather of low cloud The high Mushera road is cloaked in a gray shroud As the low clouds of rain down the mountain side blow For to cloak Togher Bog and the valley below.