In Millstreet In Duhallow Poem by Francis Duggan

In Millstreet in Duhallow where Finnow waters flow
Above the bog where the rushes in clusters do grow
The sun hidden behind woolly looking clouds of gray
Where the little brown skylark is singing today
A musical speck in the morning sky
Born in a ground nest to sing he has to fly
And the river bird everyone does seem to know
The dark brown dipper with breast white as snow
With a voice from once heard one could never again get wrong
In River Finnow sings his scratchy song
In Millstreet in Duhallow from here far away
The lark in the gray sky is singing today.