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.