Though good memories no longer reduce me to tears
Of the old hill that overlooks the Town of Millstreet
And the fields of the green countryside where the waterways meet
Just one of many people who went to live elsewhere
Far from old Clara in the big World out there
Far from the fields of the badger and waterways of the brown trout
Like many other migrants of Ireland i do live far south
In the old fields of Claraghatlea i grew to love Nature as a young boy
And learning about her today i enjoy
In the home of echidna and black wallaby and grey kangaroo
And white long billed corella and yellow tailed black cockatoo
And though i may never climb on Clara again
Fond memories of the old hill i do retain.
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