On The Last Time I Saw Margaret And Michael

On the last time i saw Margaret and Michael the cold winds of December did blow
And the slopes of Mushera Mountain were white with big patches of snow
I did not tell them i was leaving that from the Boggeraghs i would soon be miles away
The word of farewell always has been for me a hard word for to say

Since the last time i saw Michael and Margaret going back twenty eight years ago
Tooreenbawn has been through many changes and time it has become my foe
Though the high fields in view of old Mushera would not have changed with the passing of time
The babies born in the mid nineteen eighties are now in their physical prime

When last i saw Margaret and Michael deciduous trees of their leaves quite bare
In December by the Boggeragh Ranges the days without rain are quite rare
The migratory redwing thrushes were chirping on every bush, tree and hedgerow
And the drains and streamlets full of brown rainwater down to the bank high river quickly did flow

When last i saw Margaret and Michael the chill winds of December did blow
Across the high fields in view of Mushera on weather cold enough to snow
I little thought then that in parting that them i would never more see
Their last remains at rest forever in Millstreet Town's old Cemetery.