In The Fields Of Cloghoula

In the fields of Cloghoula by the road to Macroom
The wildfowers of Summer are in their full bloom
And in the rushes by the headland hedgerow
Well hidden from view the shy cock pheasant crow,
In the fields of Cloghoula where the Finnow waters flow
One can hear the cow to her suckling calf low
And on the mossy ditch by the old stone bohreen
The beautiful bluebells in their full bloom are to be seen,
In the fields of Cloghoula at this time of the year
The song of the meadow pipit one can hear
And the voice of the cuckoo does sound very clear
In the distant wood though he sounds rather near
And the dark winged swallows they sing as they fly
Above the old fields in the overcast sky.