Yearning For Clare (To John O Mahony) - Poem by Francis Duggan
I know a man a decent sort and he's lived in County Clare
And he tell me that in his heart he yearns to return to there
And that since he's returned to County Cork to Duhallow and Millstreet
He find the people boring and life's not half so sweet.
An A.C.O.T. advisor with farming folk he has big part to play
He give advice on modern methods and on how to make farmimng pay
And he imparts his knowledge to quite a very few
And I've been told that he knows his job and is good at what he do.
But to him there's more to life than work there's social atmosphere
And he find quite a difference between County Clare and here
They are a friendly type of folk in Clare unstained by snobbery
But he find Cork folk different and they treat you differently.
He find it hard to re-settle in so hard to settle down
In the green Blackwater valley just north of Millstreet Town
But he will not return to Clare for him there's no going back
As his blood kin are living here and Clare's off of the beaten track.
And listening to him speak of Clare stirred the wanderlust in me
It tempted me to head off west and shake my fetters free
But I may never go to Clare as there I may not find a job
And how can one exist if one don't have that living 'bob'
I know a man a Millstreet man and one I consider wise
And he's an honest sort of a bloke and he doesn't deal in lies
And every time he speaks of Clare there's a sadness in his eyes
For that land west of the Shannon beneath the western skies.
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