As A Claraghatlea Man

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.