When first I saw you Kitty I was just a twelve year boy
A mile or so from Millstreet Town on an evening in July
Walking on the Millstreet to Killarney road with your sister Margaret
I still have not forgotten ‘that memory with me yet’.
I was told that’s Kitty Cronin ‘the world is at her feet’
The pride of all Duhallow and the darling of Millstreet
And you were scarcely twenty then and at the threshold of your prime
But that was thirty years ago and further down the line.
