The Old Glasheen Rill

In Johnny Hickey's field in view of Clara hill We used to catch elvers in the old Glasheen Rill In jam jars for the fun of it and release them again Good memories of childhood years till death with us does remain. In Johnny Hickey's field from here far away Do children catch elvers in the Glasheen today Each new generation does bring with it change And what was once seen as fun may now be seen as cruel and strange. The boys of the fifties are now looking gray And time does not wait it keeps ticking away The praises of ageing heroes some may sing But the great joy of youth is a marvellous thing In the old Glasheen Rill that to the Finnow flow In Johnny Hickey's field many Summers ago In jam jars we captured elvers later to set them free A memory from childhood still living in me.