Good memories of what was through life we retain br And the past we re-visit in our thoughts again br In Duhallow farmyards in the Fall of the year br The boo of the threshing machines I fancy I hear. br br In Autumn in Duhallow on every dry day br The boo of the threshing machines could be heard for miles away br Neighbour farmers helped each other for friendship not pay br Those days gone forever that does seem sad to say. br br At the introduction of the combined harvester things changed very fast br And the boo of the threshing machine became a thing of the past br But life it goes on and few things one could name br Through the passage of time does remain as the same. br br Yet in nostalgic moments the past comes to me br And men at work around the threshing machine I see br And such pleasant memories are mine to enjoy br Of far away places when I was a boy.