School: Scairt (B.), Cill Dairbhe (roll number 4126)
- Location:
- Scart, Co. Cork
- Teacher: Pádraig Ó Rinn
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0375, Page 162
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Here watches the drake, from his post by the brake,
While the duck takes her young ones to feed
And gently they glide, with their heads to the tide
With the old bird herself in the lead
There the waterhen's present, so too is the pheasant
And the woodcock is no absentee
When the song-birds let go, from the woods all aglow,
Where the Funcheon flows on to the sea.IV
Many rivers I've known, all with features their own
And forests that boast of their height,
Where the hawk, and the kea, soar about airily
And the mo-poke is heard in the night.
But dearer the cry of the gander up high
As he points with his beak o'er the lea,
When he steers for the haze o'er the meadows and maize
Where the Funcheon flows on to the sea.V
Yes, I'm tired of the heat and the hum of the street
And the glare of the glass at each side
Of the tramp of the throng, and the tram-cars ding-dong,
And the motor that won't be denied.
And I long for a game in a nook I could name
Where nature provides a marquee,
In a townland renowned, with old friends all around
Where the Funcheon flows on to the sea.Collected by : Shiela Collins
Written by W. Fouhy New Zealand
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