Back There By The Old Finnow River Poem by Francis Duggan

Back there by the old Finnow river the pink breasted male chaffinch sing
And the white breasted dipper sings in the rapids and the first wildflowers of the Spring
Are blooming by the hedgerows and in the sheltered places and new leaves sprout on the deciduous trees
And the old fields becoming much greener and the Wintery chill has left the breeze
On the high fields around Clara mountain the lambs around their mothers play
And the yellow buttercups are blooming by the old rill that babbles it's way
Downhill on it's way to the river the full bloom of Spring it is near
And the small brown wren sings in the hedgerow his voice so melodious and clear,
Back there by the old Finnow river as the lamp of dawn brightens the sky
The brown lark rises up from the rushes and he carols as up he does fly
For to greet the grey dawn of the morning the airborne songster born on the ground
His wife on her grass nest cloaked by the rushes her nest that is hard to be found
Back there where the old Finnow river winds it's way on down towards Dooneen
The wildborn birds they are singing and everywhere is looking so green.