Morning Fog on the side of Mushera

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1. The Mushera Fog
   It steals down the mountain the Mushera fog
   Across the mountain road and cloaks Togher Bog
   On damp and wet days in Winter and the latter Fall
   The traffic goes up and down road at a crawl
   From the high road a steep drop down the mountain side
   And to drive fast there in the fog is a wish for suicide
   But what a beautiful drive on a pleasant Spring day
   When the hawthorns are in their white flowers of the May
   A beautiful view of the countryside for miles around
   As you drive up and down the high road on the higher ground
   But from mid Fall to early Spring on damp weather of low cloud
   The high Mushera road is cloaked in a gray shroud
   As the low clouds of rain down the mountain side blow
   For to cloak Togher Bog and the valley below.

   by Francis Duggan

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2. In flights of fancy i see old Mushera cloaked in gray fogs of rain
   And hear storm-water gurgling in the roadside drain
   By the narrow Butter Road that winds up and down
   Through the high undulating countryside above Millstreet Town
   November by Mushera a cold and wet time of year
   With the calendar Winter to the high country near
   As the flood is subsiding in the cold gray dawn
   The salmon are swimming upriver to spawn
   In Mushera valley in November in the dawning cold and gray
   The cattle in the farm sheds are bellowing for silage or hay
   At least fourteen weeks until the first flowers of Spring
   Until the nest building male songbirds do whistle and sing
   Where old Mushera is cloaked in the fog rains of gray
   Above the high country from here far away.

   November By Mushera is by Francis Duggan

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