On Old Clara Again

On the slopes of Clara overlooking Millstreet Town On the bracken and heather I often lay down And enjoyed the great scenery for many miles around The views are much better from the higher ground Caherbarnagh, Toorbona and the famed Paps of Shrone And Gortavehy much nearer with it's face of stone From Boherbue to Cullen and Rathmore and to Knocknagree Twenty square miles of lush and green country to see Above Clara hill in May, June and July The skylark is carolling as upwards he fly 'Til in the gray cumulus he disappear The bird out of sight though his song one does hear Good memories of what was we tend to retain And in fancy I'm back on old Clara again.