When anyone ask me where i'm from i say from Millstreet
Not far from where the Cails and the Finnow does meet
And together in unison to the Blackwater flow
Through old fields by ditches and dykes and hedgerow
Miles distant inland from Hibernia's shore
From Claraghatlea by the roadway to Rathmore
My birth home a three minute walk from the silver tongued rill
That rise in a high field by old Clara hill
Far north of this Land even as the bird fly
My heritage to anyone i would never deny
Though i love this Southern Land it does seem to me
Were i to become an Aussie an Aussie on paper is all i would be
When anyone ask me where i come from without hesitation i say
From Millstreet in Duhallow from here far away
Of Such things anyone ought to never lie
I know where i'm from but who knows where i'll die?
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