I Tell Them From Millstreet

When people ask me where i'm from i tell them from Millstreet
Near where Cails from Kippagh and the Finnow does meet
And together to Drishane to the Blackwater flow
In the place of the rook and the silver back crow
In this far Southern Land of wattle and gum tree
A Claraghatlea fellow is all i can be
Where old Clara Hill overlooks Claramore
A long way far north of this southern shore
Where i first saw light of day and into a man i had grown
The Millstreet of my younger years i could never disown
Where mine years ago was a well known face
I might be a stranger now in my homeplace
When people ask me where i come from i say from Millstreet
Near where Cails from Kippagh and the Finnow does meet.