THE LITTLE CREEK COONANA

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.