Rare Clonmel of the Olden Days

In valleys green where rivers run,

Lies Clonmel rare, where time's threads spun,

Cobblestones kissed by footfalls light,

Whisper tales of days gone by.

 

Her hills, they cradle secrets old,

Of merchants bold and poets gold,

Echoing songs the breeze still plays,

Rare Clonmel of the olden days.

 

Her markets buzzed with life and lore,

With laughter rich from every door,

Candles flickered in windows warm,

Sheltering souls from gathering storm.

 

Beneath the spires, where bells would ring,

Lovers danced and hope took wing,

By ancient walls where dreams would graze,

Rare Clonmel of the olden days.

 

The river flows, though time has changed,

Yet memories linger, unarranged,

And in the heart, her beauty stays,

Rare Clonmel of the olden days.