The Man From Kilavullen Poem by Francis Duggan

The man from Kilavullen his ghost is living still
In Claramore near Millstreet Town by ancient Clara hill
From the high woodland and the fields he can't be far away
And where he once lived physically his spirit lives today.

The man from Kilavullen in Millstreet was well known
He had lived there for many years and they claimed him as
their own
He liked the taste of porter one of the many who
Enjoyed some time out with the boys in the pub for hour or two.

The man from Kilavullen he never spoke too loud
And he was not the type of bloke for to stand out in a crowd
He did not waffle on for hours as others often do
No Malachy was not that sort and words with him were few.

Of the man from Kilavullen the memories with me will stay
Of him driving tractor for Ben Cronin in the morning damp and gray
And harvesting silage in the Summer 'twas a long hard tiring day
And he does deserve his rest now for he worked hard for his pay.

The man from Kilavullen his ghost is living still
In Claramore near Millstreet Town by ancient Clara hill
On the hilly field by the high wood his spirit still reside
That overlook Duhallow and that green old country side.