The Fellow From Sliabh Luachra

 A long way south of the old hills overlooking Rathmore

He may die in this Land of the southern shore

He left Sliabh Luachra a long time ago

Long before time it did become his foe

Growing old without children or a partner or wife

He is one who has led an adventurous life

The Boggeragh Mountains he has not seen for years

And memories of the what used to be no longer move him to tears

Far south of Rathmore, Gneeveguilla and Knocknagree

He last saw the Boggeraghs in nineteen sixty three

When he was in his early twenties near his physical prime

Many Seasons before he became a victim of time

The hair on his balding head is silver grey

He would be a stranger in Sliabh Luachra today

He seems happy no yearning in him for his first homeplace

He always does have a big smile on his face

With a big smile on his face amidst the pub cheer

On a Saturday evening at the local he enjoys his beer

Quite a likeable character of him one can say

The fellow from sliabh Luachra he is happy today.