The Murmuring Cails

O'er the Cails river the leafless trees wave
As the winds of December violently rave
But the unperturbed water still singing it's song
Like a wandering minstrel keeps moving along.

November has gone and the fishes have spawned
And the great feast of Christmas it all but has dawned
The sweet flowers of Nature have perished and gone
And on this day the golden sun never once shone.

But whether the weather be gloomy or fair
The Cails go on murmuring as if not to care
On through the fields of Shannaknuck and Liscreagh
And through the rushy lands of Claraghatlea.

How lovely to stand in the season of Spring
At Annagloor bridge listening to the birds sing
And watch the dappled trout jumping for fly
As the dusky Cails water pass tranquilly by.

It is often I stood by lone Kippagh Lake
Where the Cails murmuring waters from slumber awake
And followed it's course like a man in a dream
Through Ballydaly peaceful and green.

It is pleasant to stand when the Summer sun glow
At the Lyre where the Cails into the finnow Flow
The good fortune to behold such a scene is a treat
Where those beautiful rivers of freedom do meet.