Old Knocknagree's Pride

She was a rare beauty when young and carefree
The finest in her time in old Knocknagree
When i was a boy she was in her life's prime
And this is going back many decades in time

Wavy brown hair to her shoulders lovely to behold
The memory of such beauty never grows old
And eyes quite as ripe November sloes
In the Spring of her life she bloomed like a rose

She was a rare beauty old Knocknagree's Pride
No finer in Duhallow's and Sliabh Luachra's green countryside
But the lust of the wander was in her young mind
Not one who was born to be stay at home kind

She left Knocknagree on a morning in May
And went off to live in the U S of A
But time does not wait as the wise one does say
She would be in her eighties if living today

I see her a few times and never again
But memories of her today with me remain
When i was a boy she was near her life's prime
And this is going back many decades in time.