Francis Duggan


A Claraghatlea Man Is All I Can Be


Many roadways I've driven on and many streets walked up and down
Since I left Claraghatlea west of old Millstreet Town
But where-ever I go to my past goes with me
And a Claraghatlea man is all I can be
Though I've been to big cities far from my old home
I have not been to Tokyo or Paris or Rome
Or many Countries and cities far from Clara Hill
And the first home I knew by the clear flowing rill
That through Claramore and Claraghatlea night and day
To the bigger river babbles on it's way
And for as long as the gift of memory we retain
The past in our psyche does seem to remain
I'm a Claraghatlea man since facts never lie
And that's all I can be till the day that I die.

Submitted: Monday, October 12, 2009
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