A Man From Duhallow

I have seen a bit of the World though many have seen more of it than me
But a man from Duhallow is all i can be
Duhallow far north of here as the migrant bird fly
In distance by air thousands of miles of sky
From there perhaps i have been too long away
In Duhallow i may feel a stranger today
I have not seen the Boggeraghs for twenty five years
Though for my past memories i've shed all of my tears
Far south of where i grew into a man and lived in my life's prime
I am feeling the wear of the passage of time
My fastest pace nowadays to most rather slow
The years on us all do eventually show
From the Boggeragh ranges many miles away
Far south of Duhallow i may live my last day.