I'M Living Far South

I'm living far south of my old home today From here Claraghatlea is many miles away Where the Cails from Kippagh does babble on down To join with the Finnow a mile from Millstreet Town Many old friends in the flesh I will never more see But a Claraghatlea fellow is all I can be When the cold winds of December through the fields did blow And Clara was wearing his white hat of snow My life changing journey to the south began But at heart I remain as a Claraghatlea man Many people I knew I will not see again But the waterways, the woods and the fields do remain And in fancy I hear the caw of the gray crow Where the Cails and Finnow to the Blackwater flow.