I Love

I'm always proud of what I am An Irish and a Millstreet man I love Millstreet my native earth And Cork the county of my birth. I love to hear the skylark trill Above the slopes of Clara hill And feel contented gazing down On green fields bordering Millstreet Town. I love the sound of gurgling stream The voices of birds in leafy screen The bleat of innocent lambkin The chirp of bashful waterhen. I love to sit on Summer day By the rill that flows through Claraghatlea And stretch my legs and feel at ease And listen to birds sing on the trees. I've never yearned for wealth or fame That mine should be an honoured name I'm satisfied with what I am An ordinary Irishman.