On Clara

The little mottled brown skylark of human kind shy Up to the cloud World does sing as he fly A musical speck in the blue and gray sky Above Clara mountain in summery July When the whortleberries the tiny blue fruits of the heather are ripe for to eat From Nature to the taste buds such a tasty treat From the slopes of Clara on a clear day on the higher ground The scenery breathtaking for many kilometers around In the countryside of the Cork and Kerry border so much beauty for to see The undulating sights of Cullen and Rathmore and beyond Knocknagree On the slopes of Clara overlooking Millstreet Town and the countryside west of Millstreet Those old green rushy fields where the rivers do meet Good memories of what was in me does remain And often in fancy i climb on old Clara again A tiny musical speck in the calm evening sky A mottled brown skylark is singing on an evening in July.