The Country I Came From Poem by Francis Duggan

The Country I came from in Length and breadth small
But it has a proud history the historians recall
The brave freedom fighters who took on the might
Of the powerful invaders and fought the good fight.

The Country I came from has such a green Spring
And blossoms are blooming where the chaffinch sing
And the wood I once lived near may seem far away
But the song of the dunnock I hear every day.

In the Country I came from how can I forget
The farm crops were damaged when Summer was wet
But the cattle wintered on poor quality hay
Grew fatter on lush grass in April and May.

In the Country I came from heavy Autumn rains
Swelled the streams and rivers and flooded the drains
And the farmer dejected as he counted the cost
When a third of his grain crop to weather was lost.

In the Country I came from on cold Winter day
The fields by the river with frost silver gray
And your breath it looked gray in the cold morning chill
And the hungry sheep bleating in the field by the hill.

For the Country I came from brave men fought and died
And it's writers and musicians were known far and wide,
A beautiful Country with such a green Spring
And blossoms are blooming where the chaffinch sing.