Patsy Carrucane from Fanore singing "Village of my childhood" recorded at Dinny Jims Jims 2011

Village of My Childhood writen by (Patsy Carrucan/Willem Verhulst,
August 2010)
From Ballyvaughan to Gleninagh, past The Pinnacle towards Black Head;
I can see the bend for home now, and I know what lies ahead:
It’s the village of my childhood on the wild Atlantic Sea
And Black Head is the corr baile for Fanore so dear to me
Beyond Ceann Boirne lies Murroogh, and there’s the sandy beach
And the school that caused an uproar once, where O’Shea and Lee did teach
The Coast Road leads to Creggagh, the Bóithrín Caol runs to the sea
Where the ruins of Leac an Uisce are still there for all to see
Up in Ballyelly’s green fields we would work and toil all day
Looking out across Poulgorm, see mackerel rising in the bay
We’d grab the rods and fishing tack and head down to Aircín
Or maybe launch the curragh from the slipway in Derreen
Where Poll Salach and Ceann Chapaill from the road they can be seen
To that famous place for fishing bass, the sandy shoreline at Trá Bhu
Or walk along that stony field, once called An Bhearna Liath
On to Bóthar na nAillte, and to Crumlin that lies there
There’s Faunarooska and Balliny, on the same green hillside fair
And Slieve Elva and its boglands, where old turfbanks can be seen
There I say a prayer at the Blessed Well, before I reach Coolmeen
There I see old Burren farmsteads, where the people once did toil
‘Ere I reach the Caher Valley and the village of Formoyle
As I leave Cathair Beannach, down Lochránn I now will go
Where lovely mountain avens bloom and the Caher waters flow
The coast, where Irish names abound, again comes into view
There’s Leac na Naomh and Aill an Dail, to mention just a few
And Poll Mháiréad Ní Thuathail, while near Poll na Dóibe out there
Lies Cloch an Oilc, the evil rock, of which seamen must beware
Further down there’s An Cloch Scoiltithe, which, as ancient legends own
Was by competing giants from the Aran Islands thrown
All those lovely place-names that I first learned a boy
In all my memories of those days, they fill my heart with joy
I think of Pairc na Farraige, Trá Bhéal an Chalaidh and Poll Hughie…
But now once more I’ll rest a while, so I’ll go to Donohue’s
And sit there by the fireside, for I must think hard and long
On ways of how to capture all these places in a song
Sweet village of my childhood, in my heart forevermore
Are the rocks, the sea, the townlands, and the people of Fanore
Thanks to Williem & Patsy for this wonderful song and such wonderful town land names