I often stray at Eventide,By valley dell and lawn.

Along the side of Castletown,and likewise Garrybawn,

When the golden sun's declining, and the bloom is on the whin,

To view the beauteous scenery around beautiful Kilflynn.


I'm standing at the Crossroads, and I'm looking all around,

'Tis back the Ballyconnell Road, much pleasure have I found

The winding bridge that spans the stream ,that flows from brim to brim.

The open door, the friendly folk,who dwell here in Kilflynn.


The Shannow River calmy flows along by Fahavane,

From it's source in Glenalema, By many a well stocked bawn,

From Gortatoo, to Crotta, and sweet Garrynagore to Glen,

I've roamed and strayed with man and maid, around my beautiful Kilflynn.


I've travelled Cork and Kerry, and along by Shannon Shore,

From Abbeyfeale to Doneraile, and back by Fedemore.

From Moneygall to Killenaule, and Cashel I've been in,

But none so fair, that could compare with Beautiful Kilflynn.


And oft on a fine evening ere the shades of night will fall,

I,ll join the neighbours for a chat outside the churchyard wall,

From there I'll see the headstone o'er the grave of famed Pooch Wynne,

That world renowned step dancer who lies buried in Kilflynn.

Composed specially for Our Own Place

By J.J. Sheehy   1989

Our Own Place