The female robin she sits in her moss and leafy cup nest
With her five speckled eggs warming to life by the heat of her breast
As her partner the male sings on a nearby tree
Proclaiming the borders of his territory.
The grey wagtail sings near where stream rapids flow
On to the big river by the shady hedgerow
It's natural course towards the sea it does trace
Duhallow in June is a beautiful place.
Above the bogland a musical speck in the sky
The brown lark carolling as upwards he fly
His mate sits on her eggs in her grass nest on the ground
Well hidden from view where rank rushes abound.
Under the house eaves young sparrows chirp in their feather lined nest of hay
And swallows above the old fields all the day
Chasing flying insects in the Summer sun and breeze
On near to perfect temperatures of twenty three degrees.
With her five speckled eggs warming to life by the heat of her breast
As her partner the male sings on a nearby tree
Proclaiming the borders of his territory.
The grey wagtail sings near where stream rapids flow
On to the big river by the shady hedgerow
It's natural course towards the sea it does trace
Duhallow in June is a beautiful place.
Above the bogland a musical speck in the sky
The brown lark carolling as upwards he fly
His mate sits on her eggs in her grass nest on the ground
Well hidden from view where rank rushes abound.
Under the house eaves young sparrows chirp in their feather lined nest of hay
And swallows above the old fields all the day
Chasing flying insects in the Summer sun and breeze
On near to perfect temperatures of twenty three degrees.
