I Love

I'm always proud of what I am
An Irish and a Millstreet man
I love Millstreet my native earth
And Cork the County of my birth.

I love to hear the skylark trill
Above the slopes of Clara hill
And feel contented gazing down
On green fields bordering Millstreet Town.

I love the sound of gurgling stream
The voices of birds in leafy screen
The bleat of innocent lambkin
The chirp of bashful waterhen.

I love to sit on summer day
By the rill that flows through Claraghatlea
And stretch my legs and feel at ease
And listen to birds sing on the trees.

I've never yearned for wealth or fame
That mine should be an honoured name
I'm satisfied with what I am
An ordinary Irishman.