I hear the Finnow gurgling along
And robin sings his brief October song
And on deciduous trees leaves turning brown
In once green groves just out of Millstreet Town.

The winds of rain blow with a freshening chill
Across the old high fields by Clara hill
And skylark who sang in May, June and July
Up to the clouds to sing no longer fly.

At this time of year the flowers of Nature rare
Save for a few late blooming daisies here and there
By windswept hedgerows in the cold winds blowing
Where dormant grasses are no longer growing

A lot of rain and snow and frost between
Now and before birds building their nests can be seen
Before the golden flowers bloom by the rill
And Skylark sing above old Clara hill.

Leaves on deciduous trees are turning brown
And in the wind to Mother Earth drift down
And many bleak and cold days till the Spring
Before the birds their finest songs will sing.

Francis Duggan

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