By The Millstreet Road To Rathmore

Far north of this southern Country far inland from the Atlantic shore The moon tonight is shining on the roadway to Rathmore And in Donal Hickey's Inch Field the hunting vixen cry Her fast growing cubs are hungry in their den somewhere nearby. Under the Townhill bridge at Millstreet on the road to Rathmore Town The old Finnow is gurgling in the moonlight babbling down Through Inchaleigh and Claraghatlea by ditch and by hedgerow On to the great Blackwater forever it does flow. The harsh scream of the barn owl a bird of daylight shy Above a field in Claraghatlea is echoing to the sky I first grew to love Nature a love I still enjoy By the Millstreet road to Rathmore when I was a young boy. The past has gone forever though nostalgia can give rise to tears Good memories of what once was live on in us for years Our happy Childhood days in Johnny Hickey's grove where we played hide and seek Such memories last a lifetime they do not fade in a week. By the Millstreet road to Rathmore in view of Clara Hill The moon tonight is shining on the little Glasheen Rill And the cool and freshening winds of March blow in the northern sky Far north of this great Country even as the crow does fly.