John Donne # Kevin Barry # Dusty & Walter Spanghero
Fox cubs at play
In sad Knockanure
A vixen sits still
A pigeon to lure
Cutting my logs
I reopened the day
When me and my dogs
Passed on our way
Death, be not proud
Oh great John Donne
Puffed up with pride
Soon you shall be gone
The hour has gone back
Now winter is here
Lake water laps
In old Dromineer
One hundred years
Since they killed Kevin Barry
Some bold fenian men
His soul for to carry
Hazel and blonde
Dusty had soul
We know that the blues
Became rock n roll
‘Tis said we have links
With far distant pharaohs
France had a king
Named Walter Spanghero.
Beidh mé ar ais…Sláinte !
