And it may not be in Duhallow that i will die
And only the memories today do remain
Of what used to be but will not be again
Time is our master only true to say
And every day we live one nearer to our last day
Laughter is the antidote of misery
And lucky the one who can laugh easily
A migrant in this Land i well may be
Buit few in Duhallow today would know me
Some good and bad Seasons i did survive
And i feel lucky to be living at seventy five
In green old Duhallow i may not breathe my last
And all i have left are memories of the past.
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