In Green Old Duhallow

The fields in their beautiful wildflowers of May
In green old Duhallow from here far away
And nesting birds sing in grove and on hedgerow
In Cullen where Araglen waters do flow

On to the Blackwater en route to the sea
The old river babbles on eternally
Through a countryside that is as ancient as time
That has inspired poets of the past for to rhyme

About the great beauty around them they had seen
In May when the landscape was looking so green
For May is a beautiful time of the year
In green old Duhallow so far north of here

The wonders of Nature a thing to enjoy
The cock pheasants are cucking in old Lisnaboy
In fancy i am back in the long ago
Just remembering a beauty that i used to know.

Were i a poet of such beauty i would write
White butterflies flitting in the warm sunlight
and cock robin with the sun on his red breast sing
In green old Duhallow in the latter Spring.

In fancy the song of the chaffinch i hear
In green old Duhallow so far north of here
Where the babbling waters of Araglen flow
Through fields to the Blackwater by grove and hedgerow.