LA NA CLUB - PHOTOS UPLOADED SHANE LOWRY - Clara's finest wins Irish Open Golf Lotto and Weekly club notes weekending 17th May 2009 24th April - U16 footballers off to flying start with great victory Check out recent results! INTERMEDIATE HURLING - CLARA V SHAMROCKS U14 Hurling challenge v Clonard !!! CLARA ARE U21 CHAMPIONS !!! U21 FC REPLAY -REPORT AND PHOTOS U8 TOM NAUGHTON INDOOR HURLING FINALS REPORT Photos and video from Volleyball Marathon U21 football Clara draw with Kilcormac/Killoughey U14 Footballers attend Blitz in Salthill Sun 1st Mar U21 FC Clara 3-13 St Manchans 3-08 report Snr FL 1 - Gracefield 2-6 Clara 0-9 !! NEWSFLASH 10 FEB 2009 !! St. Francis Boys School win Offaly Indoor Hurling!! Pitch and Social Centre Availability Schedules St.Patricks Day Parade

There's a spot I'll always cherish, no matter where I roam; A little town in Offaly, my own dear native home, It's the site of an industry where hundreds are employed; That little town of Clara where the Brosna waters glide. Its matchless gems of beauty are rarely to be seen, The ponds are pure as crystal and the hills are ever green, The old historic Abbey that stands in famed Kilbride, Near that little town of Clara where the Brosna waters glide. The flowery dells of Erry hills that bedeck the Bawn And the colleens wearing sugar-bags in far-famed Clashawaun, Its there the twist and spin the twine, the best that is supplied, In that little town of Clara where the Brosna waters glide. It's well I do remember my boyhood days at school, When the Franciscan Brothers, they taught me every rule, The past and present pupils can look on them with pride, In that little town of Clara where the Brosna waters glide But scattered are that loyal clan of whom I did make one; Some fell in France and Flanders and o'er the maxin gun, And some are in America that land and sea divide, Far away from dear old Clara where the Brosna waters glide. Oh may God protect her loyal sons though far across the main, And keep their sons and daughters from every blight and shame, And may their love of virtue be, their only pride and joy, In the little town of Clara where the Brosna waters glide. Farewell to old companions that sailed across the main, Old comrades too, both loyal and true, I ne'er might see again, But my heart is in my native town, where once I did reside, In that little town of Clara where the Brosna waters glide