A Memory Of Lisnaboy

The Summer holidays i did enjoy
In uncle Dan and aunt Mary's farm in Lisnaboy
When i was a young boy going back in time
Many years before i discovered rhyme
On weather warm in early July
With the sun shining in the blue sky
In the meadow with pikes we built cocks of hay
A memory that is with me today
In Cullen cemetery Dan and Mary's last remains lay
And from Lisnaboy i live far away
And only the memories with me remain
Of what used to be and cannot be again
When i used to watch the dark swallows fly
Above the old fields of Cullen in July.