Time That Rusts Iron Poem by Francis Duggan

Time that rusts iron has left me balding and gray
And physically i have known a far better day
But i hope for to live for as long as i can
And die in my sleep without pain as a very old man
In Claraghatlea in Millstreet my journey in life began
And there i did enjoy my youthful elan
But the lust of the wander did lure me far south
Of the home of the badger, the rook and brown trout
To the home of echidna and koala and roo
And the big handsome dark brown parrot known as yellow tail black cockatoo
The past though long gone as a memory remain
And perhaps i may never see Clara again
Or hear the dipper singing just before sundown
In May in the Finnow near old Millstreet Town.