By The Road From Millstreet To Rathmore

The scream of a barn owl echoes in the moonlight
And in a field by the road from Millstreet to Rathmore in the dead of the night
The barking of a hungry fox a familiar shrill cry
Out hunting for hare or rabbit under the night sky
In the green countryside where the waterways meet
The Pride of Ballydaly often cycled to her home on the road from the Town of Millstreet
Till the bug of the wander did lure her away
From the place she first looked on the bright lamp of day
By the road from Millstreet to Rathmore her life's journey began
Where she left at nineteen full of youthful elan
She too would have heard the fox barking at night in a field by the roadway
And heard the blackbird singing at the dawn of a Spring day
But she grows old far south of Hibernia's shore
And the road from Millstreet Town that leads to Rathmore.