Back There In The Fields Where The Cails Waters Flow Poem by Francis Duggan

Back There In The Fields Where The Cails Waters Flow

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In fancy I hear the harsh cawings of the gray backed crow
Back there in the fields where the Cails waters flow
On towards the Finnow and then the great Blackwater meet
In Drishane two miles from the Town of Millstreet.

At the Lake of Kippagh by Kippagh's bracken hill
It begins it's sea going journey as a mountain rill
Swelled by drains and rills to a river it does grow
Babbling through Ballydaly by ditch and hedgerow.

On it's never ending journey by night and by day
Through Feirm, Annagloor, Shannaknock, Liscreagh and Claraghatlea it babbles it's way
Where it joins with the Finnow at a spot called the lyre
The wonders of Nature never cease to inspire.

The Cails from Kippagh will flow forever more
To the Finnow and the Blackwater to the Atlantic shore
Through old fields and by hedgerows where flowers bloom in Spring
And where the nesting wild birds do whistle and sing.

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