Another Migrant From Duhallow

Another migrant from Duhallow who lives neath the southern sky
Far south of the old fields and bogland where the brown curlew in July
Is piping above the rank bracken where his partner from danger shades their young
About Duhallow and it's wild beauty the old bards have written and sung.

A fellow quite close to his forties his physical prime years are gone
But he has a son and a daughter to insure his genes will live on
They have not yet been to Duhallow to visit their grandparents in their brick bungalow by the rill
That babbles it's way to the river from it's source at the foot of the hill.

Many of the boys he went to school with have left Duhallow years ago
Like him they live far from the old fields where the mighty Blackwater flow,
Where dipper the dark brown river bird the one with breast as white as snow
Before the rain can be heard singing by his scratchy notes many of him do know.

Another migrant from Duhallow from his old Hometown living far away
He has not been back home for eighteen years and in that there is many a day
Saturday night amongst his friends at the local he sings as he does drink his fill
The famous anthem of Duhallow the song known as Bold Thady Quill.