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In Old Claraghatlea My Life's Journey Began
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In Old Claraghatlea My Life's Journey Began

In old Claraghatlea my life's journey began
And there I was raised and grew into a man
And there I discovered my love for Nature as a very young boy
And learning about her I still do enjoy.

Of old Claraghatlea I so often do dream
And the dipper I hear sing in the babbling stream
That flows to the river from high Claramore
In the fields far north of this southern shore.

In fancy I see the dark swallows of May
Flying above the valleys from here far away
When hawthorns are in their blooms as white as snow
And nesting birds chirp and sing on bush, tree and hedgerow.

From the Millstreet-Rathmore road in distance I live far
From here one could not reach there by bus, train, truck or car
Thousands of miles of ocean and thousands of miles of sky
Far north of this Country even as the bird fly.

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