Old Clara In Millstreet

On going back in time 'tis many years ago Since I last saw old Clara in his hat of snow The old hill in Duhallow that ever looks down On the fields of Millstreet and on Millstreet Town And the flat rushy fields where Finnow waters flow On towards the Blackwater by ditch and hedgerow Old places I loved that would not have changed in time That have inspired the bards of Duhallow to rhyme At least a two hours drive by car from Hibernia's shore To old Clara in Millstreet overlooking Claramore A landmark in my memory that with me remain In fancy I often visit the old hill again And when I visualize time does seem to stand still I'm a young man again in the fields by the hill.