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  6717.     

The Changes Are Happening In Millstreet

The changes are happening in Millstreet i hear of or i have been told
And the mentors i knew in my boyhood are either deceased or quite old
And Millstreet is now multicultural and many migrants now live there
And the changes keep happening in Millstreet like the changes keep happening elsewhere.

And though of the Millstreet that i once knew the ageing balladeers well may sing
The changes are happening in Millstreet and change can be quite a good thing
In Millstreet Town now one can meet people from places such as Warsaw, Harara or Rome
And they too belong to old Millstreet and they too do call Millstreet home.

The changes are happening in Millstreet but few things in life stay the same
In those old fields west of the old Town i once had my daydreams of fame
Such dreams with the decades have faded but the youth are allowed for to dream
And though the changes keep happening in Millstreet the dipper still sings in the stream

That flows from the high fields by Clara towards Claraghatlea from Claramore
On towards the Cails, Finnow and the Blackwater that flows to the great ocean shore
Some things remain as unchanged in Nature whilst all around change happens fast
And the changes are happening in Millstreet from the Millstreet i knew of the past.

The changes are happening in Millstreet and time for us never does wait
And our days and our weeks go by quickly and on us all a use by date
A multicultural part of Duhallow nowadays it is said you can meet
People from all parts of the World walking in the Town of Millstreet.
 
Francis Duggan
   
 

   
   
 

  6718.     

The Changes Keep Happening

The changes keep happening in Millstreet I'm told
And the baby boomer generation are now getting old
And for anybody time never does wait
We are all mortal beings on us a use by date,
It seems a changed Parish from the one I did know
But the old Finnow river through Inchaleigh flow
Down to the Blackwater it gurgles along
Where in fancy I can hear the dipper in song
The dark brown river bird with breast white as snow
His ancestors I did know many Seasons ago
And where mine was as one might say a familiar face
I would be a stranger now in the home place
But Clara mountain by Millstreet Town I surely would know
The bracken on his face as ever does grow.
 
Francis Duggan
   
 

   
   
 

  6719.     

The Changes Keep On Happening

The changes keep on happening in places far away
You will not see many shlauning peat in Gneeves bog today
And with the passing of the years few things do stay the same
All in the cause of progress for want of a better name,
The changes keep on happening as the Seasons come and go
And in the field of technology human achievements grow
But Nature lives forever and her big rivers ever flow
And the more we learn about her the less of her we know we know,
Great changes have been happening since I was a young boy
And I can only recall in memory the things I used to enjoy
The boo of threshing machine in farm yard I will never hear again
And only in my memory such things do now remain
And the changes keep on happening and few things stay the same
All in the cause of progress for want of a better name.
 
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  6720.     

The Channel Billed Cuckoo

She lay her eggs in nest of magpie, currawong or crow
And leave unsuspecting foster parent to raise her offspring
And whilst the foster bird raise young channel billed cuckoo
The nestling's mum towards distant places wing.

The largest of the parasitic cuckoo race
Is the nomadic bird the channel billed cuckoo
She never stay too long in the one place
Her journeys take her far to places new.

She look much like a walking stick in the sky
As o'er the forests of Queensland she fly
Her distinct voice through the rain forest ring
The cuckoo's come to visit for the Spring.

The largest cuckoo of the Southern Hemisphere
Her eggs in nest of other bird she lay
She leave others to hatch out and raise her young
The only part in motherhood she play.
 
Francis Duggan
   
 
 
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