Of Old Claraghatlea

Of old Claraghatlea where i spent my best years
Only good memories remain for it i have shed all of my tears
where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy
And learning of her ways remains a source of joy
In the fields of the brown hares where the rank rushes grow
A little of Nature's ways i got to know
But going back the Seasons this is long ago
And since time that rusts iron has become my foe
But fond memories of the old fields with me does remain
And in my flights of fancy i visit them again
When in Spring the dark brown water birds of breasts white as snow
The dippers are singing where Finnow waters flow
In old Claraghatlea from here far away
Where i first did look on the bright lamp of day.