Perhaps I Would Be A Stranger Poem by Francis Duggan

Far south of Hibernia's wild windswept shore
And even further south of the Millstreet roadway to Rathmore
In the town park the black and white magpies of bills silver gray
Are singing in the bright and warm sunshine today
Above the fields of Duhallow the cool winds of Autumn blow
And the streams swollen from recent heavy rains to the big river flow
Bound for the great ocean many miles away
Old memories with us through the decades does stay
Where mine years ago was a well known face
Today to many i would be a stranger in my first home-place
Suppose with most other migrants it is much the same
In their first home-place theirs become an almost unknown name
Perhaps i would be a stranger today where i often walked before
In Claraghatlea near Millstreet Town on the roadway that leads to Rathmore.