The Children Of Duhallow Poem by Francis Duggan

The children of Duhallow where might they be today
You will find some in Britain, Canada and the U.S.A.
And in distant Australia Homeland of the Kangaroo
And in cities of New Zealand Christchurch, Auckland, Rotorua.

Some leave just for adventure whilst others leave for gain
And you will find them in Africa and Portugal and Spain,
In Holland and the Nordic Lands, in France and Germany,
In Lands of South America, in Asia and Italy.

Even in cold Siberia up by the Artic sea
You will find men from Newmarket, Kanturk and Boherbue
And the young Millstreet woman is far from county Cork
She lives and works in the east Bronx a suburb of New York

Like swallow to the old Homeplace the young man returns in Spring
To the farmhouse by the river where the little dipper sing
His mum and dad they hug him tears of joy in their eyes
They feel so glad to have back home one of their migrant boys.

In densely populated cities way beyond the Irish sea
You will find People from Dromtarriffe, Cullen and Knocknagree
And in all Countries of the World there is not one you could name
That you'd not find one from Banteer or Meelin or Kiskeam.

Some of them live in Irish cities or miles and miles away
The children of Duhallow where might they be today?
You could find them in Siberia up by the Artic sea
Or in the hot lands of Australia in the Northern Territory.