In fancy i hear it the Claramore Rill
Flowing down from the higher ground it's tongue never still
In Claraghatlea fields babbling night and day
Flowing to the rivers to the sea far away
Old memories live on as a source of joy
Catching minnows in jam jars in Summer as a boy
Just for the fun of it and in the rill set them free again
Of Summers long gone the good memories remain
Going back the years this now seems long ago
And time that ages all life has become my foe
But the waterways that inspire the writers of song, story and rhyme
Forever flow on through the decades of time
And in fancy i can hear the Claramore Rill
With the babbling tongue that is never still.
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