Where Ancient Clara Mountain

Where ancient Clara Mountain does ever look down
On the green countryside west of old Millstreet Town
From the overnight frost the fields looking gray
And a cold chill in the morning air of a November day
In the farmyard in the the galvanize shed
The hungry cattle for fodder are bellowing to be fed
Confined to the farmyard for their wintering stay
Their next bite of grass in time from them near five months away
Where the migrant redwings are chirping on bare deciduous trees
The coldness of late Fall in the wintery breeze
Blows with a damp chill for to tell rain is near
To Duhallow in November a wet and cold time of year
As the gray fog from Claramore steals it's way down
To the fields of Claraghatlea west of Millstreet Town.