Far North Even By The Short Route

I was born and raised in Claraghatlea near Millstreet Town Though that hardly would rate as a claim to renown Far north even by the short route as the birds choose to fly From where I live now thousands of miles of sky Where the Cails from Kippagh to the Finnow does flow By ditches and through old fields where rank rushes grow In that old countryside mine was a known face But now I might be a stranger in the old Homeplace A countryside that inspired the long dead bards to rhyme Years before I was born that is going back in time Through green Ballydaly by night and by day The Cails from Kippagh ever babbles it's way Through Feirm, Annagloor, Shannaknock, Liscreagh and Clarghatlea where Finnow it does meet In the old rushy fields near the Town of Millstreet.