In The Rushy Fields Poem by Francis Duggan

Just west of the Duhallow Town of Millstreet
Above the rushy fields where the rivers do meet
The little brown skylark does sing as he fly
A musical speck in the gray morning sky
The freshening winds of April from the mountains blow
And the little brown dunnock sings in the hedgerow
And the dark brown dipper with breast white as snow
On song where the river rapids do flow
The cattle out of wintering sheds on months of silage and hay
On nutritious young grass gaining weight by the day
The weather every day is warming by a few degrees
And the rooks cawing on their stick nests on the tall trees
Just west of the Duhallow Town of Millstreet
In the rushy fields where the rivers do meet.