From Claraghatlea a mile west of Millstreet Town
Where i used to live when my hair was dark brown
But since i left there many Seasons ago
Time that rusts iron has become my foe
I left there when Clara wore a hat of snow
And Finnow in the rushy fields bank high did flow
The babies when i left there now in their lives prime
They too like me will become victims of time
Just one of the many who has moved to elsewhere
For to try out my luck in the big World out there
But for my travels i have little in money to show
My bank account sadly for me did not grow
From Claragatlea where i grew into a man
My journey to the Land Down Under began.
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