  Oh, the little creek Coonana, How clear it runs and cold Where “Conn of the hundred battles” Fought in the days of old! Only the long wind dirges, Only the long wind cries, Where the giant Knocknatubber Mounts to the vast gray skies. Only the wind and the surges Moan and moan and moan, But the little creek Coonana, It sings in a merry tone. Only the wind and the surges Have aught to do with fears; Only the wind and the surges Tell the tale of tears. But the little creek Coonana, It lilteth cheerily Where the giant Knocknatubber Glooms on the glooming sea. |
|
