Suppose we all do have some claim to renown
Mine is to be born and raised near Millstreet Town
In a two storey house by the Claraghatlea Rill
That flows from high Claramore close to old Clara Hill
By ditches in fields by night and by day
On to join the river it babbles it's way
In that old green countryside i was well known
And people there claimed me as one of their own
Till the crave of the wander did lure me away
And there now i may feel a stranger today
Though i envy those who do have a sense of place
Some are born with the traits of the wandering race
All people are famous amongst their relations and clan
And so too was i as a Claraghatlea man.
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