Clinton Scollard

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.