In the groves near Ballydaly the nesting birds in song
The robin and the blackbird are singing all day long
The dunnock in the hedgerow at daybreak one does hear
And the tiny brown wren with the big bird voice is singing loud and clear
By the groves near Ballydaly the river winds it's way
Through the old fields down from Kippagh hill it babbles night and day
On down to join the Finnow from it's birthplace at Kippagh lake
The familiar song of the river bird the dipper one never can mistake,
Above the hedgerows near Ballydaly from mid April through May
The male greenfinch one does see often in his courtship display
Much like a windblown butterfly he flutters up and down
Back there near Ballydaly three miles from Millstreet Town
And the pink breasted bullfinch none more beautiful than he
In the early morning singing on a leafy alder tree.
The robin and the blackbird are singing all day long
The dunnock in the hedgerow at daybreak one does hear
And the tiny brown wren with the big bird voice is singing loud and clear
By the groves near Ballydaly the river winds it's way
Through the old fields down from Kippagh hill it babbles night and day
On down to join the Finnow from it's birthplace at Kippagh lake
The familiar song of the river bird the dipper one never can mistake,
Above the hedgerows near Ballydaly from mid April through May
The male greenfinch one does see often in his courtship display
Much like a windblown butterfly he flutters up and down
Back there near Ballydaly three miles from Millstreet Town
And the pink breasted bullfinch none more beautiful than he
In the early morning singing on a leafy alder tree.
