In her younger years the Pride of Boherbue
She has lived in Australia since nineteen sixty three
Her hair silver gray it was once chestnut brown
She grows old in Victoria in old Colac Town
A widowed grandmother she turns seventy in May
Time tells on the fairest as some like to say
And time does not wait for anyone it ticks and ticks away
She would be a stranger in Boherbue today
She left her first home at the height of her prime
Young beauty like she was inspire bards to rhyme
She left when bluebells bloomed on the ditch of the bohreen
And in Boherbue was never more to be seen
A Duhallow beauty many decades ago
But the passing of time on her starting to show.
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