In Caherbarnagh In November Poem by Francis Duggan

The cold winds of November across the high fields do blow
And the slopes of Caherbarnagh are covered in snow
At a time of year when grass refuse to grow
The stream from the foothills through the bog bank high flow
The song of a blackbird one never does hear
In Caherbarnagh in November a cold and wet time of year
The calendar Winter draws ever near with each new day
And Christmas in time less than six weeks away
From quiet Caherbarnagh in the mountain countryside
Where from the high ground on a nice day one can see far and wide
Across the countryside of Duhallow and Sliabh Luachra of Millstreet, Rathmore and Knocknagree
Barraduff, Gneeveguilla, Cullen and Boherbue
In Caherbarnagh in November as the old year grows old
The weather is wet and windy and at times very cold.