A Migrant From Cork City

Nostalgia it is such an amazing thing He still talks of the hurler the great Christy Ring His sporting hero as a primary schoolboy Reminiscing of his young years is a thing he enjoy. The migrant from Cork City he lives far away From where he first looked on the bright lamp of day The passing of the Seasons has left him looking gray Time ticks on and on as some are known to say. Forty years out of Cork but the distinctive accent he retain Some things from the past till death with us remain The ageing grandfather has turned sixty three He may die far away from the banks of the Lee. The love of the Hometown in him remains strong Where the Lee to the ocean ever babbles along But he is ageing far south of Hibernia's green shore Nine thousand miles at a guess or maybe more. The migrant from Cork City at the local pub Talks of Christy Ring and the Glen Rovers Club As from where his accent comes from you should not get wrong From Cork City in Munster it surely does belong.