And to many in Millstreet i would be a stranger today
I last saw Duhallow thirty six years ago
And since time that ages has become my foe
I may never again walk to where the waterways meet
In the rushy old fields near the Town of Millstreet
And many i knew there not in Millstreet today
Some of them deceased and others from there live far away
Yet the memories of what was in me does remain
Of old Clara half cloaked in the gray fogs of rain
And the breeding frogs croaking in the watery drain
The past in my memories i visit again
In distance today from there i am ageing far away
And to many i would be a stranger in Millstreet today.
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