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Perhaps I Will Never Again

Perhaps i will never again hear the silver back crow
Cawing on a beech tree near where Finnow waters flow
On towards the Blackwater from here far away
With tongue that is never still by night or day

Perhaps Claraghatlea i will never again see
It was an old place that meant so much to me
I left there when Clara wore his hat of snow
Not many there nowadays of me would know

Perhaps i will never more walk up and down
The sidewalks of old Duhallow's Millstreet Town
Where many did know of me by my first name
Time keeps ticking on and few things stay the same

Perhaps i will never again hear the cock robin sing
On a leafy birch tree on an evening in Spring
When the hawthorns are in their blooms of white to gray
And the old fields are decked in their flowers of the May

Perhaps i will never again hear the rill
Babbling to the river down the fields by the hill
And only the memories i have to retain
Of something that was and cannot be again.

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