Tis Cold Back There This Evening Poem by Francis Duggan

Tis cold back there this evening in the fields of Claramore
And the chilly winds of December across old Clara roar
And it coming up to Christmas a festive time of year
And on the streets of Millstreet carol singers one does hear.

Young migrants home for new year in the pubs celebrate
And many stories of their travels to the locals they relate
They make the most of their young years they know time on none does wait
And in the early days of January again they will migrate.

In the old Towns and Villages in Duhallow far away
The migrant young home with their families for to celebrate Christmas day
It is the festive Season a time when old friends meet
And outside the pubs till midnight they are dancing on the street.

Tis cold back there this evening in the fields by Clara hill
And in the silent moonlight one can hear the babbling rill
On down to the river through Claraghatlea it does flow
And the temperatures near zero and quite cold enough to snow.