The Babbling Blackwater

In the fields of Duhallow where the rushes in clusters grow
The babbling Blackwater towards Mallow Town flow
Where it has flowed forever and will forever more
On it's journey towards Youghal to the Atlantic shore
The river that surely is as old as time
That has been the inspiration of song, story and rhyme
From the hills of the Cork Kerry border it babbles on it's way
On it's journey to saltwater by night and by day
It was flowing for thousands of centuries before the first people came
In a countryside then that did not have a name
Eventually time of every life form becomes the foe
But the waterways flow on though the years come and go
To the old rushy country from here far away
Where the dark brown Blackwater is babbling today.

by Francis Duggan

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