Late May In Knocknagree

Late May in the high fields of old Knocknagree
A male robin sings on a leafy birch tree
The cattle at rest in lush grass to their knees
Chewing their cuds on a sunny day of twenty two degrees
Duhallow has never been looking so green
And the wildflowers of Nature everywhere to be seen
The song of the male chaffinch so pleasant to hear
He does sing his finest at this time of year
A voice the people of the countryside know
The dipper does sing where the stream rapids flow
The skylark above the high rushy field sing
A beautiful place Knocknagree in the Spring
The hawthorns in bloom and the Summer days near
And the song of the throstle melodious and clear.

by Francis Duggan

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