The Knocknagree Man Poem by Francis Duggan

When the gray fogs from view cover every Boggeragh Hill
And the freshening winds in them do have a cool chill
And the cawing of the rooks on the tall trees you do hear
You know that the rain to Duhallow and Sliabh Luachra is near
Some of the weather lessons he learned from Nature when he was a boy
And such knowledge to him then was a source of joy
But the boy has grown into a man and the man is aging and gray
And in life he has known of a far better day
A grandfather ten times he lives with his aging wife
Far south of Duhallow and Sliabh Luachra he will live out his life
It has been fifty years since from high Knocknagree he saw the Paps of Shrone
And the hill of Caherbarnagh and Gortavehy with the face of stone
On Saturday evening in the pub he sings Bold Thady Quill
The man from the Village on the far away hill.