In the Parish and the Town of Millstreet
Where i was known to many in my physical prime
In my absence i have been forgotten over decades of time
I may never again see old Clara's Hill
Or hear the babble of the Claramore Rill
In Claraghatlea fields from high Claramore
At the start of it's journey to the Atlantic Shore
A stranger to many in Duhallow where the Blackwater flow
Nowadays there so few of i could claim of to know
It was my yearn for travel that took me away
From where i first looked on the bright lamp of day
And only the memories with me now remain
Of faces and places i will not see again.
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