Though from there in distance i live far away
And i have not lived there for thirty four years
Though for what used to be i have long shed my last tears
Claraghatlea in Duhallow just west of Millstreet Town
Where ancient Clara mountain as ever looks down
On those old fields where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy
And learning of her ways today i enjoy
Of the fields of the badger and waterways of the brown trout
In the home of the marsupials in this Land of the south
Many Seasons past my physical prime
It looks like that i may well live out my time
Though nostalgia in me has died the memories remain
And in fancy i often do walk in the old fields again.
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