Winter In Duhallow Poem by Francis Duggan

The Araglen bank high to the Blackwater flow
And old Clara is wearing his white hat of snow
And the redwings are chirping on the bare hedgerow
And through fields of Duhallow the Wintery winds blow.

And darkness of evening come in with a chill
And the fox's wild cry can be heard on the hill
And overnight frost leaves the morning fields gray
In Winter in Duhallow from here far away.

Winter in Duhallow in the wind and the rain
The brown flood water gurgling in the roadside drain
The cows in the farm shed bellow for silage and hay
And the sun it lacks warmth on a cold Winter's day.

And birds by the back door waiting to be fed
When house wife from the kitchen floor sweeps out crumbs of bread
And the river bank high in flood waters of brown
Roars under the bridge by the hill to the Town.