Where The Blackwater

The cool winds of September in Duhallow blow Above the old rushy fields where the Blackwater flow Where it has flowed forever and will flow forever more On it's long winding journey towards the Atlantic shore The old waterway that has flowed in Duhallow through the centuries of time Has inspired the writers of story and rhyme Swollen by the waters of many a river and rill That began it's ocean bound journey by a far away hill A favorite river for rod and line fishers one of it's claims to fame The dark colors of it's waters gave rise to it's name On through north east Cork it babbles on it's way To the Saltwater near Youghal by night and by day In view of the Boggeragh Ranges it winds along along slow In flat lush fields and in rough fields where the rushes in clusters do grow The cool winds of September from the mountains do blow Above green Duhallow where the Blackwater flow.