In Fancy I Can Hear The Robin Poem by Francis Duggan

In fancy i can hear the robin singing on a sunlit leafy alder tree
In my thoughts today he lives near me and him i often hear and see
The past i did not leave behind me from a far place i brought it with me
To grow old far south of my first home-place in life became my destiny
No different to most other people in life for me many an up and down
The lust of the wander did take me from my first home by Millstreet Town
There today i would be a stranger to many the years have left me looking balder and gray
I have shed my last tears of nostalgia but the old memories with me does stay
Of when i was young in Duhallow old memories are mine to enjoy
In my first home in Claragahtlea i fell in love with Nature i even loved her as a boy
In Spring the dipper he sang in the old stream that to the ocean bound river did flow
When i visualize i can hear him the dark brown bird with breast white as snow
A migrant far south of my first home-place and an aging victim of time
I left Claraghatlea my first home-place when i was ten years past my prime.