Ballydaly Between Millstreet Town And Rathmore

Ballydaly between Millstreet Town and Rathmore
A Townland far north of this southern shore
Where the Cails waters to the Finnow does flow
From Kippagh Mountain Lake down through where bracken grow
On through rushy flat fields that are old as time
That centuries ago inspired old bards to rhyme
It once was a place that meant so much to me
And in my flights of fancy i still hear and see
The pink breasted male chaffinch singing on a birch tree
And i re-live again the beautiful memory
Of the hawthorns in their white blooms of the May
And the swallows flying above old fields far away
Fond memories of what was i do retain
And in fancy I'm back in Ballydaly once again.