Back There In Liscreagh Poem by Francis Duggan

Back there in Liscreagh in the fields of Millstreet
Where the Cails from Kippagh and Finnow waters meet
The white breasted dipper he bursts into song
Where the fast flowing rapids go babbling along.

On the trees where the rivers meet the chaffinches sing
And the countryside looking greener in the early days of the Spring
And the song of the robin melodious and clear
Back there in Liscreagh in late March of the year.

High above the bog in the gray morning sky
The brown lark is carolling as upwards he does fly
Lost from sight in gray clouds but his song one can hear
His partner perhaps on her eggs sit hidden in rushes near.

Back there in Liscreagh the grass growing breezes blow
And the dunnock is singing now in the hedgerow
And the prime of the Spring and the Summer ahead
And the cattle on grass out of their wintering shed.

The morning air echoes to the harsh caw of the grey carrion crow
Back there in Liscreagh where the Cails waters flow
Through green fields that are as old as old father time
That have inspired writers to story, song and rhyme.