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A Long Way South

A long way south of the fields in view of Clara
And Gortavehy and it's face of stone
And a long way south of rugged Caherbarnagh
And Anu's Breasts known as The Paps of Shrone

A long way south of Claraghatlea my first homeplace
Where i first looked on the bright lamp of day
A long way north of this great Southern Country
Even by the shortest route thousands of miles away

I've seen a lot of places in my travels
The pee wee's song now familiar to me
Yet in fancy i can hear the rooks at twilight
Cawing on high branches of an old beech tree

I live far south of my old homeland Ireland
And though i never more may see Hibernia's shore
In my flights of fancy i can hear the skylark
Singing high above the fields of Claramore

The passing years have left me feeling older
I am in the Autumn of my lifetime span
I live far south of Millstreet in Duhallow
And the fields i loved when i was a young man

My memory is not as good as it once was
My fastest pace one might say rather slow
I am ageing far south of the fields of Millstreet
Where the Finnow to the Blackwater does flow.

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