The lark upwards fly from the rushes to sing in the gray morning sky
And gray crow disliked by sheep farmers caws on a lone poplar nearby
And Spring has brought all of her green beauty to Claraghatlea west of Millstreet
To the old rushy fields by the railway the quiet place where the rivers meet

Where the Cails flows into the Finnow and into a bigger river grow
And journey through Dooneen and Drishane and into the Blackwater flow
Amongst the water reeds the moorhen on her nest is sitting quite safe in her shady retreat
And in the rank grass the pheasant is crowing in field by where the rivers meet.

In leafy groves and on the green hedgerows that border fields by Millstreet Town
The songbirds are whistling and singing at twilight as the sun goes down
And vixen for her cubs out hunting 'a young rabbit would be nice to eat'
And darkness it slowly envelopes the fields by where the rivers meet.

The spring she has come to Duhallow and everywhere looking so green
And snowdrops and primroses blooming on the verges along the bohreen
And cow to her new born calf lowing he totters on unsteady feet
Amongst the rank grass and the rushes in field by where the rivers meet.

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