Time brings with it changes as some are known to say
I wonder do young boys catch eels in the Glasheen today
As I did with my school-friends a long time ago
Though of eels and their ways little I can claim to know
The boys I went to school with aging men of today
And some from the Glasheen Rill many miles away
And some live in Millstreet they love the Homeplace
Where mine even nowadays might be a strange face
But life goes on back there by old Clara Hill
And doubtless the eels come to the Glasheen Rill
The beauty of Nature I learned to enjoy
In the old rushy fields when I was a young boy
Where the Glasheen through Inchaleigh babbles on down
And flows into the Finnow just west of Millstreet Town.
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