Drishane In May

To that quiet and old green countryside the Seasons come and go
Where the waters of the Finnow into the Blackwater flow
In Drishane in Millstreet Parish a place as old as time
A place known for it's beauty that inspire the bards to rhyme
In the leafy groves of Drishane in Duhallow in the Spring
Mother Nature at her finest and the nesting song-birds sing
In my pleasant flights of fancy distance seems to disappear
And in a grove by the Finnow redbreast robin I can hear,
In the quietness of late evening a few miles from Millstreet Town
Singing on a silver birch tree as the sun is going down
Near the famous Drishane castle finches singing on the trees
And there is a pleasant coolness in the freshening evening breeze
And the rooks caw on the tall trees in the gloaming of the day
In Drishane in old Duhallow on a balmy evening in May.