Clogman's Glen

A moorhen calls, the rushes weave

The light is breaking through the trees

Across the lake, a gentle breeze

Is tossing dandelion seeds

A beaten path along the shore

Where fishermen will catch their fill

Breaks off into the wild gorse

And yellow, dense, furze-covered hills

Ah, do you remember when, my love?

Oh, my love, do you remember when

When we were young, and life was hard

But beautiful, in Clogman's Glen?

From here up to the hazel wood

A dozen houses can be seen

With turf smoke rising up above

And children playing in between

Ah, do you remember when, my love?

Oh, my love, do you remember when

When we were young, and life was hard

But beautiful, in Clogman's Glen?

Well, many summers came and went

Before the winter's icy chill

And cold, stiff wind swept through and blew

'Til all was white and stiff and still