The old Townland i have not seen for many a day
The place of my childhood from here miles away
Claraghatlea west of Millstreet Town on the road to Rathmore
In sky miles far north of this southern shore
It is cold and wet in Duhallow today
Where Finnow to Blackwater is babbling it's way
Bank high from the high country in flood waters of brown
Through the rushy flat fields close to Millstreet Town
Memories of Duhallow's wintery weather with me does remain
Of the snow capped hills the frost and wind and rain
But every passing day one day nearer to Spring
When the nesting birds will chirp, whistle and sing
And above Claraghatlea fields the swallows will fly
Far north of this Country by land, sea or sky.
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