November In Duhallow Poem by Francis Duggan

November in Duhallow now and it's cold enough to snow
And across old Caherbarnagh's face the chilly north winds blow
And rain clouds in the wintery sky and the rain is pouring down
And the Finnow river flow bank high through fields near Millstreet Town.

The cross at top of Clara hill by fog shrouded in gray
And the cattle in the farmyard sheds munch on silage and hay
And the redwings on their way south from cold Northlands far away
In Duhallow in November on a wet and dreary day.

Duhallow in late Autumn and the coldest days are near
And the salmon swim upstream to spawn it is that time of year
And the hedgerows looking barer and the birds of song don't sing
And at least five months or even more before first signs of Spring.

November in Duhallow and the coldest days ahead
And the trees are looking barer as their Summer coats are
shed
And still many floods and storms and frosty fields will oft be gray
Before hawthorn and crab apple wear their blossoms of the May.