I gather not many pubs in the old town today
From snippets of news from Millstreet far away
The news from every Irish village and town
Is new forms of entertainment and pubs closing down
In the town i was raised near changes happening fast
The place i remember is now of the past
But changes are happening nowadays Worldwide
And now i may feel a stranger in my home countryside
Though some of them did live to be old and gray
The mentors of my young years by Cashman's Hill lay
But old Clara Mountain would still look the same
As would the old fields many had their own name
And in fancy i can hear the male robin sing
On a leafy birch tree in the prime of the Spring.
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