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Suez Canal # Clapton # Garryowen

The Suez Canal
Was blocked by a barge
Whilst ceasing all trade
Yes she was in charge
Old monkey puzzle
Native of Chile
No dino would touch
That would be silly
The black browed babbler
Like Lazarus came back
Napoleon’s nephew
The first one to track
The Beacon now giving
Random injections
Chosen ones picked
To kill the infection
Clapton of Cream
Is seventy six
Some dude on a strat
He knows all the tricks
April the first
Caught for a fool
No harm was done
Looked like a tool
The Garryowen’s gone
Oh Jackal and Latch
Is it still the same game ?
They kick and they catch !

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Peter # Billy # Johnny # Rachael # Jessica

Leeds Peter Lorimer
Has gone through the stiles
Some line-up they had
With Bremner and Giles
Young Rachael Blackmore
Hit them for six
A spiffing fine Jockey
A star in the mix
Ireland beat England
No more to say
Forwards and backs
A superb display
Old fairy forts
And long buried henge
Oh show no respect
Be sure of revenge
A bottle of Harp
And ten Major fags
The juke box is free
Whack on the Jags
One last Martini
Jessica Walter
Play Misty for Me
No rein or halter
That lad on the phone
To Sylvia’s Mother
Don’t know his name
Twasn’t her brother.

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St Patrick # Mario Puzo # Dan O’Hara

Hail glorious St Patrick
The saint of our isle
Colubrids banished
And done with some style
Olympic heroes
Products of truth
Ronnie Delaney
Kate and Carruth
Capone wore silk ties
Brando and Deano
Mario Puzo
Don Al Pacino
What’s good for the goose
Is good for the gander
LSD trips
And pink salamanders
Selling his matches
Purged Dan O’Hara
Robbed of his land
In old Connemara
Stand on a bin
And have a good rant
Electric the buzz
Just ask Eddy Grant
Shakespeare had Irish
Experts now say
He could be from Cork
Dungannon or Bray?

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Marvin Hagler # Padraic Colum # C J

The bell has just tolled
For great Marvin Hagler
Tough as old boots
Never a straggler
She Moved Through the Fair
And late Padraic Colum
Fabulous Clare
And cold Pollnagollum
God ancient graves
The stones of Forth Mountain
Views of the Hook
Froths of the fountain
If you like to tweet
Or follow on twitter
Just never write off
The runt of the litter
New wave and punk
Zero containment
Black suits and shades
That’s Entertainment
Be so grateful for
The gifts that thou ow’st
Thank nature’s way
And leave out the boast
C J has called it
Stander that is
Yes he’s played his part
It’s really his biz

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Oprah & Meghan # Steppenwolf # Frano

Choristers singing
Sweet songs from the trees
Old spirits join in
With bold rapparees
Wonderful Oprah
The US Miss Marple
Getting it down
With dear Meghan Markle
Dudes on their boards
On our televisions
Cool Guinness ads
Je T’aime- Joy Division
Great Steppenwolf
The prairie canine
Born to be Wild
Preying on swine
Follow your dreams
And all your intentions
Farewell oh Farewell
And Fairport Convention
Sail on Cliff Simon
Over Atlantis
Glide like a bird
As forever advances
Neil Francis at Auch
Had France on the go
The best ever game
We’ve seen in ‘the Row’

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Buffalo Springfield # Bunny Wailer # Sir Terry

Down the west pier
The seagulls did laugh
And every green pillow
Was lit up with dafs
Groups of craw thumpers
Post mass to deface
It now has evolved
They have cyber space
Buffalo Springfield
And see through tapes
Tears in the pints
The Bunch of Grapes
Beautiful Limerick
Sir Terry Wogan
Paulie and Paco
And Galloping Hogan
Saddle and girth
Stirrup and bridle
A horse with no name
And fab Billy Idol
Jamaica of song
And cone-like inhalers
A massive goodbye
To Great Bunny Wailer
They called channel one
We got channel two
The scrum it went down
My face in the poo.

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Tony McCoy # Big Mick and Roy # Gary Halpin RIP # Niamh Briggs

‘A whacking fine whip’
Was Tony McCoy
A bromance so pure
Had big Mick and Roy
My friend Gary Halpin
Farewell ‘Old Bean’
The funniest prop
The world’s ever seen
We sang Shang a Lang
As we ran with the gang
And poor old Tiger
Was in a bad prang
Ancient scotch pines
Of Darley’s Fernhill
Kilgobbin Cross
Was chiseled with skill
The Kish seemed to fly
Words from a daughter
Mussels being scooped
In six foot of water
A very fine player
Ireland’s Niamh Briggs
Wales had one too
Brilliant Ryan Giggs
I went through a gap
Fast as a Yaris
Then emptied ten pints
For great Richard Harris.

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Emer Holohan # Joe Burke # Joan Armatrading

Emer Holohan
Now is at rest
Herself and her hubby
Two of the best
In bucolic dreams
Where musicians work
They’re weeping today
For box man Joe Burke
Arturo Di Modica
Of the Wall Street Bull
Passes at eighty
A life never dull
If life gets you down
And things seem degrading
Run a warm bath
With Joan Armatrading
Variants still rising
We really cant tell
A barbican build
By stone citadel
Dublin was home
For Welsh David Gray
Others of note
Spandau Ballet
Discos back then
The whole place was randy
Oh faces were chewed
Slow dancing to Mandy.

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Shakespeare # Jerusalema # Willie Duggan

Shall I compare thee
To a Summer’s day
Fourteen sweet lines
Sweet buds of may
Sonnets and plays
In Stratford on Avon
Taverns of white
Jackdaws and ravens
Oh how they all dance
Jerusalema
All steps in sync
Without much dilemma
To see shoals of sprats
Where multitudes gorge
Great Mot the Hoople
And sweet Madame George
When most got cold feet
And shoulders were shruggin
Oh Sacré bleu
Teak Willie Duggan
Another Wild Rover
Sends pictures from Mars
Bowie’s words floating
Around billions of stars
I got a tattoo
When I was in Cairo
It faded like farts
They did it in biro.

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Brendan Behan # Georgie Boy Best # The Stardust

B Behan’s birthday
Now he was no bore
The real Borstal Boy
And Dub to the core
Sunday’s ‘Big Match’
The Golden Shot
Georgie Boy Best
Would beat the whole lot
Smooth Marvin Gaye
Sails through the stars
Freebird and Skynyrd
Then came The Cars
Our own Valentine
Sweeps o’er the nation
True love and flowers
Sweet delectation
Forty eight people
Never came home
Stardust now forty
Hell in the gloam
Sad that you left us
Great Leon Spinks
We met you in Ditka’s
Where we had some drinks
Pina Colada
And caught in the Rain
I love that old song
I must be in pain.

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