I used to think that i would go back to Millstreet to grow old and die
But if i told you i feel this way today that would be a lie
In this great Southern Land i may live my last day
And it does not worry me where my remains will lay
The nostalgia i felt for Millstreet Town and countryside
With the passing of time in me all but has died
I have grown to love this great Southern Land
Though my accent some do struggle to understand
And only the memories with me now remain
Of faces and places i may not see again
Though the old fields i loved i know would look the same
Most of them i recall had their own given name
The nostalgia i felt for Millstreet with me did not stay
And it may not be by Cashman's Hill my last remains will lay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem