Day: March 13, 2010

I may die as I live without much to my name
To be Millstreet’s last old fashioned rhymer my one claim to minor fame
The word poet never does apply to such as me
The stuff I pen born to mortality.
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From the countryside by Clara I’ve been too long away
I would feel a stranger in Millstreet today
A stranger in Claraghatlea and Millstreet Town
Where I once did know of some local renown.
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