On the bed of the river pools where the green river weed grow
The otters chase trout where the Cails waters flow
Through Annagloor, Shannaknock, Liscreagh and further down
Where it joins the Finnow west of old Millstreet Town.
From the lake by Kippagh mountain it begins as a rill
And through the gorse and the bracken it babbles downhill
Down through Ballydaly it journeys along
With it's silver tongue and it's babbling song.
Through the old rushy fields of the green countryside
Where the timid brown hare in the daylight hours hide
From those who might harm her she fitfully sleep
And one ear pricked up for safety she does keep.
For centuries before the river had a name
And for centuries before the first humans came
To Duhallow and brought with them their farm animals goat, sheep, horse and cow
The Cails from the hills flowed down to the Finnow.
Through Feirm in Ballydaly by many a hedgerow
On towards Annagloor with a babble it does flow
On to the Finnow and Blackwater on it's way to the sea
The river from Kippagh flows eternally.