Founded 15th Dec 1884

Our Club

The little town of Clara
Composed by Joe Geoghegan, New Road Clara

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