Coolikerane

Through Coolikerane bog one evening in May Towards a small bogland mere I slowly made my way The curlews were piping some say a sign of rain But in my heart that evening there was no room for life's pain. I felt like a man from heaven who was walking on god's ground There was beauty in the little mere and beauty all around With the heathery face of Clara like a monarch looking down I felt happy in this paradise two miles from Millstreet Town. I could see old Ballydaly and Caher's rocky height And the wood down under Clara hill stood clearly in my sight In the green fields of Coolinarne cattle did softly low And the skylard singing in the clouds did set my heart aglow Now some times I feel happy and more time I feel sad But on this pleasant evening I only could feel glad And every night the memories come into my dreams Of beautiful Coolikerane enchanting and serene.