The Cails Poem by Francis Duggan

From Kippagh Mountain Lake downhill it does travel
It splashes around rocks and scurries down the gravel
In fields of Ballydaly swelled by rills and drains it grows to a small river
As onwards it does flow with a babble in it's quiver.

Through Feirm and Annagloor in Millstreet in Duhallow
It's natural destiny it is destined for to follow
Through Shannaknock, Liscreagh and Claraghatlea to a bigger river growing
Where it joins the Finnow to the Blackwater flowing.

The Cails is not renowned in song and in story
To be born in Kippagh is it's great claim to glory
But long before the first human, beast or bird came to Ballydaly
The Cails from the hills to the Finnow has babbled on gaily.

Unlike the great waterways it does not have a rating
But I feel that the Cails is one worth celebrating
With the Finnow it flows to the Blackwater to it's sea destination
A very old river in a very old Nation.