The Wind in Duhallow

(Published Old Moore 1925)
(Humour competition May 21st--1932---1st Prize)
The wind in sweet Duhallow is mellow, soft, and low,
Sighing thro' the woodlands and the leafy glens below;
Sweeping o'er the bog-lands, and o'er the pleasant lea,
Ah! the soft winds of Duhallow enchanting are to me.

The sky o'er Duhallow is blue and dappled o'er,
With little fleecy clouds, like silver shrouds on some enchanted shore;
The grey mist rising, rising above the red sunset,
The sky o'er Duhallow is Heaven's parapet.

The homes of sweet Duhallow are nestling cosily,
Snug white-walled cots a sheltering 'neath the ash and beechen tree;
Within each flowery valley the little streamlets glide,
Adown the sloping hillside they rush to swell the river's tide.

The mountains of Duhallow are stern,blue,and bold,
They rise up to the sapphire sky, like sentinels they hold;
They sway all powerful 'bove the glens, the knolls, and valleys green,
Of flowery grand Duhallow, robed o'er in verdant sheen.

The rivers of Duhallow are pleasing to the view,
As they ripple gently seaward, the Alloa and Dallua,
From the borderlands of Limerick and Kerry's hillsides brown,
They roll gaily on to join in fond embrace, at charming Kanturk town.

May God's sun on Duhallow in glory e'er shine down,
May its people in contentment dwell, and ne'er know sorrow's frown;
May prosperity and happiness ne'er quit this land divine,
O! lovely fair Duhallow! O!sweet Duhallow mine.

Within my first I oftime strolled from care and sorrow free,
In my native loved Duhallow, a pronoun next will be,
The given parts transpose, then unite at your will,
To name a place that l adore amid Duhallow's hills.

(Last verse contains puzzle. Solution-Glen;Pronoun-You---(Glouney)

Denis J Foley,