The Man From Dromtarriffe Poem by Francis Duggan

In fancy he can hear a silver back crow
Cawing on a birch tree near where Blackwater flow
In the flat lands of Duhallow on towards Mallow Town
Where he used to live when his hair was light brown

In the pub Jimmy often talks of his first home-place far away
Where he used to live before his hair turned gray
He may never see old Dromtarriffe again
But memories of what was in him does remain

Yes the good memories of what was are his to enjoy
Of the old fields and people he knew as a boy
And of his school-going friends with whom games he used to play
He wonders about them where they might be today

Five times a grandfather time ticks on as they say
The man from Dromtarriffe turned eighty in May
He lives with Aussie Jean his seventy eight years old wife
The mother of his children and the great love of his life.