The Blackwater Poem by Francis Duggan

In fancy i can hear a silver back crow
Cawing on a beech tree near where the Blackwater flow
In the afternoon sunshine of an August day
In green old Duhallow from here far away
Good memories as is said with everyone known to stay
Till the Reaper of lives on our lives has the say
Long before the first people to Duhallow came
The Blackwater the waterway without a name
Was babbling on it's way to the Atlantic shore
On a journey of sixty kilometers or more
The river that has inspired song, story and rhyme
As old as the Boggeragh Ranges so very old in time
On a tall beech tree the cawing of a gray crow
In green old Duhallow where the Blackwater Flow.