Back There In Millstreet County Cork

Back there in Millstreet County Cork the frosted fields are gray And old Clara wears his hat of snow on this cold January day And cattle in the farmyard shed are bellowing for hay Back there in Millstreet County Cork far north and far away. Through old fields west of Millstreet Town the Finnow bank high flow Through Inchaleigh, Coomlogane and Claragahatlea by many a bare hedgerow Robins, blackbirds and sparrows by back door eat crumbs of bread Before the Spring for them some hard and hungry times ahead. Back there through Millstreet County Cork harsh winds of January blow The days and nights are wet and cold quite cold enough to snow In Duhallow I was born and raised though far from there I may die And that I still feel nostalgia for the place of that why should I lie. Back there in Millstreet County Cork the wintery winds blow chill Across the bleak unsheltered face of Clara's bracken hill And on the high fields by the hill beneath a darkened sky The hungry fox out hunting utters forth a wild shrill cry.