We Have Seen Many Seasons

We have seen many Seasons since I was a young lad
But do not judge me harshly though you think my rhymes are bad
Since I'm just an old poetaster one from a distant shore
A migrant in this Country just that and nothing more.

I cut down spruce and pine trees some twenty years ago
At the foot of Mushera mountain in the rain and hail and snow
The gray fog cloaked the mountain the rain seeped through my clothes
A hard way for to earn a quid but that's life I suppose.

One born to struggle up life's hill from the cradle to the grave
Some are born to be soldiers I could never be that brave
Some are born to be wealthy and famous and glory is their destiny
But when I look at success mountain it seems too high to climb for me.

I tried to change the World but the World I cannot change
And some of those who know me visually they look on me as strange
That bloke pens reams of doggerel of me it has been said
He must be rather silly or dippy in the head.

My Goddess she is Nature by her I feel inspired
And of singing her praises I never could feel tired
In Claraghatlea by Millstreet Town and that's going back in time
By Nature's natural beauty I was first inspired to rhyme.

We have seen many Seasons since I was a young boy
And my Childhood years were happy years and them I did enjoy
Of good and honest parents they surely raised me well
But I'm sure they did not raise me for to scribble doggerel.