My journey in life began in Claraghatlea near the Town of Millstreet
A short walk through the fields to where the rivers do meet
The old fields where the rushes in clusters do grow
In the home to the badger and silver back crow
When the stream to the river bank high did flow
And old Clara wore a hat of December snow
When i left the old countryside by Millstreet Town
Since then many street i have walked up and down
This is going back in time near twenty eight years ago
And the old clock of time since has become my foe
The hair on my balding head is silver gray
And clearly i have known a far better day
And only the memories with me do remain
Of what used to be and will not be again.
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