The Old Finnow River

Swollen by heavy rains that melt the mountain snow
Bank high by Millstreet Town the old Finnow flow
A river that will flow till the end of time
That has inspired poets to song and to rhyme,
The old Finnow river will flow forever more
On to the Blackwater that flows to the ocean shore
In the Spring and Summer the brown skylark fly
Above the rank rushes to sing in the sky
And robin on the silver birch sings his familiar song
Near where the old Finnow goes babbling along
On towards the Blackwater on it's way to the sea
The old Finnow river does flow ceaselessly
From the lake by Gneeves in flood waters of brown
The Finnow bank high flows down by Millstreet Town.