I had my daydreams of great literary renown
Back there in the old fields west of Millstreet Town
Just dreams of success i was never to know
And that is going back many Seasons ago.
The wanderlust in me it took me away
And i live far south of old Clara today
Old Clara that ever looks down on old green Claramore
In Duhallow far inland from the Atlantic shore.
The dark brown white breasted dipper he sung in the rill
That first saw light of day in the field by the hill
Through Claraghatlea to the river it does flow
By many a ditch and many a hedgerow.
The friends of my younger years i have not seen for some time
Like me they are many years beyond their life's prime
And though old father time does take care of us all
Good memories of them i feel glad to recall.
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