Old Claraghatlea Where I Was Born And Raised

In rhyme and song and ballad I have praised Old Claraghatlea where I was born and raised Some of the old fields there have their own name Though time brings change I'm sure they'd look the same As they were when I knew them years ago And to the river the old stream does flow Though in that old place where into manhood I did grow Not many people there now I would know And not many people there would know of me To them a stranger I would only be In fancy I walk the old fields again And I hear the water rippling in the drain And the robin in his song does tell of rain Old memories in the migrant's mind remain.