[C]As I wandered a[G]broad by Kil[C]sheelan
Where the river [F]meanders on [F]down
To my left lay the Comeragh
[G]Mountains
To the [G]right of me [F]sweet Sliabh na [C]mBan
Where the fishermen cast on the waters
And the apples are pressed into wine
Where the herd returns slowly to
pasture
Through the fields that surround Ballydine
I marvelled at nature's abundance
In Tipperary so rich and so rare
I drank from the well of spring water
Breathing
in deep the fresh air
When I came to John Hanrahan's homestead
In the fields around Ballycurkeen
I lay down in a meadow of wild flower
And dreamt a mysterious dream
I dreamt of a curious eviction
Unlike the evictions of old
No sign of a Redcoat nor bailiff
'Twas more
pernicious and cold
On the air came a colourless vapour
The fields they fell silent and still
As I lay in that meadow of wildflower
Dreaming on Hanrahan's Hill
When I awoke I was frightened
I knew 'twas time to head home
I made my way back to Cluan Meala
On the
road passing Merck Sharpe
and Dohme
