Song Of A Jilted Man Poem by Francis Duggan

Twilight in the evening and the merry blackbirds trill
In the high green wood of Claramore by rugged Clara hill
And here am I a lonely man and I sadly gazing down
On the darkening fields of Millstreet and the lights of Millstreet Town.

The songbirds pipe their good night tunes on this pleasant evening in May
For them a perfect ending to another perfect day
But I know no such happiness since the one I loved left me
She's married in New York City far beyond the Irish sea.

Oh I miss the lovely Kathleen the woman I loved true
With the hair of golden yellow and the sparkling eyes of blue
But she loved a Yankee better and she forsook me for him
And they live in New York city in the borough of Brooklyn.

Oh I won't forget that warm day that sunday afternoon
That day of golden sunshine in the Summer month of June
That we sat up here together midst a patch of soft green heath
On the slopes of Clara mountain towards the west side of Millstreet.

Here on Clara's heather hillside and we locked in warm embrace
On a sunny day in Summer lip to lip and face to face
And she told me that she loved me from me she would never part
But she broke her hillside promise and she all but broke my heart.

Twilight in the evening and I feel so much alone
Here on Clara's steepy hillside the gorse and heather home
And I thinking of the happy times the moments of great joy
That I spent here with the one I loved in happy days gone by.