Far south of Duhallow and Derrinagree
The hills of the Boggeraghs he may never more see
From the flat rushy fields of where the Blackwater flow
Home of the rook and the silver back crow
Without any children or a partner or wife
One who has seen a lot in his eight decades of life
Perhaps his last remains will forever lay
Far south of where he first looked on the bright lamp of day
The hair on his balding head is silver grey
That time becomes the master only true to say
He arrived in Australia as a twenty year old man
Six decades ago of time quite a span
The accent he was born to with him does remain
The one thing of Ireland that he does retain.
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