Where The Cails From Kippagh Poem by Francis Duggan

Where the Cails from Kippagh mountain to the Finnow flow
To that old green Countryside the Seasons come and go
And time never waits for us as they do say
And time from there sees me much further away.

Financially one might say I was not poor
But I left Claraghatlea and I left Annagloor
When old Caherbarnagh wore his hat of snow
The lust of the wander within me did grow.

From late Fall to early Spring 'twas windy wet and cold
And in Duhallow I felt that I was growing old
There does come a time when one has to move on
And the present is now and the past it is gone.

In fancy I can hear the chaffinch in song
Near where the Cails to the Finnow goes babbling along
Where the hawthorns are laden with their white flowers of May
And the sun it goes down on a beautiful day.

In life 'twould appear nothing does seem to last
And in fancy I can only visit the past
And the chaffinch he sings on the alder tree bough
Where the Cails from Kippagh babbles to the Finnow.