In Old Claraghatlea

In the groves of Claraghatlea from here far away
The nesting songbirds are singing today
And in the shade of the hawthorns cloaked in their white blooms of the May
The cattle on lush grass at ease chewing their cuds lay
The dark brown water bird dipper with breast white as snow
Does sing in the river and in the nearby hedgerow
The tiny brown wren with the big bird song
From once seen and heard him you cannot get wrong
The great gift of memory is a wonderful thing
In my flights of fancy i hear the lark sing
A musical speck in the gray evening sky
Though born in a ground nest to sing he has to fly
And above the brown bog the flute of the curlew melodious and clear
In old Claraghatlea in the Spring of the year.