The Sweet Glosha Stream

Mid the chorus of songbirds the morning sunbeam,
Those days of my childhood like a beautiful dream,
It flows from Kilatal, that place I know best,
In the shade of Knockfierna, the jewel of the West.

It rambles along, by each bush and each tree,
The trout and the minnow are darting with glee,
Past famed Ballinleena, at the foot of the hill,
The Thrash and the Blackbird sign glorious to thrill.

It changes direction to the glade of Kilmore,
On its banks the ball players, on those great days or yore,
Beneath leafy branches, a colt gliding by
A sweet babbling brook, 'neath a clear summer sky.

At the bridge of Rostemple the Maigue says hello,
Welcome dear Glosha, to the Shannon we flow,
Through life's weary journey, there is bright shining beam,
It's the memories of youth, by the sweet Glosha stream.