Those Hills Of Caherbarnagh Poem by Francis Duggan

Those hills of Caherbarnagh they seem so near today
But i recall at other times they seemed so far away
And dark clouds o'er the mountains can only promise rain
And curlew in the bogland is piping once again.

The merry lark is piping up towards dark clouds he fly
Has anybody told him it's middle of July
He seem so very happy what reason for his joy
When fog steal down the mountain and rain is ever nigh? .

Those hills of Caherbarnagh must be as old as time
And perhaps they have not changed that much since 'Fionn' was in his prime
The grey wolves roamed these mountains before coming of man
And across the summit of these peaks the hunted red deer ran

Those hills of Caherbarnagh live in my memory
When i was little fellow they seemed so high to me
To boy of five or six years old the bracken clad hills were tall
But when compared to other hills to most they would seem small.

Those hills of Caherbarnagh i see them every day
Some times they seem so very near at more times far away
And dark clouds o'er the mountains can only promise rain
And curlew in the bogland is piping once again.