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Aoife # Neil Hannon # Christopher Plummer # Mary Wilson

Aoife and Strongbow
Were married one day
The King and the Normans
Went ‘Hip Hip Hooray’
Brilliant Neil Hannon
And My Lovely Horse
Sweet Father Ted
And his thoughts on divorce
SpaceX has crashed
Poor Elon Musk
He’s launching again
Just before dusk
The Hills are Alive
The freshness of Summer
Farewell to a star
Christopher Plummer
I pray to the lord
My soul for to save
The Calcutta cup
Have Scotland the Brave
Cool Mary Wilson
Truly supreme
Motown was marvelous
Out of a dream
We’re washing our hands
And wearing our masks
And slugging Borolo
From ten gallon casks.

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Chaucer # Von Daniken # Cara

The Canterbury Tales
And scribe Geoffrey Chaucer
Non Daniken Knows
About flying saucers
Tis Burns night tonight
Lets have a wee supper
Haggis and neeps
Tatties with butter
Cara O’Sullivan
A world beating lilt
At peace midst the stars
A kingdom you built
Seamus O’Rourke
And Standing in Gaps
Leitrim is grand
It’s on Google Maps
Puffins on Rathlin
Come in from the cold
Razorbills Guillemots
Sights to behold
Andrzet Wejchert
And the Belfield Bar
A giant water tower
Seen from afar
Imbolg today
And Brigid will sing
Romance in the trees
The first day of Spring.

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Jerry Kiernan # Larry King # Ballymun

Steps through the bog
With pony and halter
Placed with great care
The Faddan More Psalter
The clock it has stopped
For music’s Phil Spector
Pints and hot scones
Clouseau the inspector
A new president
For U S of A
God’s health and God’s speed
On this your first day
Goodbye to a great
One Jerry Kiernan
Pounding the roads
From Cobh to Kilternan
Belting Tom Jones
And that Old Oak Tree
Welcoming us home
Were Peters and Lee
A stretch in the days
The first buds of Spring
From Tulsk to Ardee
Rest well Larry King
Adios to The Towers
Of old Ballymun
I wonder did Patrick
Wear a man bun.

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Fat Larry # Zoom # Ian Dury

Schools are on Zoom
I thought of Fat Larry
Deep winter chill
No time to tarry
All taps still dry
In Ireland’s fine boozers
Keep sailing ahead
We’re no lockdown losers
The hills of Kilkenny
And Edmund I Rice
Old Dolmen graves
Cold- cold as ice
The large one is off
To sweet Mar-a-Lago
While Joe will drink suds
From Maine to Chicago
Oh lovely Clonmel
Or ‘Meadow of Honey’
The drone of the bees
All mellow and sunny
Farewell Éamonn Ryan
A legend of Cork
Like Neptune the brave
With long three pronged fork
Ian Dury was loved
By my best friend’s aunty
She hung out the sheets
In ‘New Boots and Panties’

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Liam Reilly # Peter McVerry # Kilimanjaro

Liam Reilly’s the name
Yes I got it wrong
I hope you’ll forgive
I still love your song
I walked Tara Hill
The sun lit the sky
The Helga and Michael
Were in my minds eye
Cork’s John Spillane
And dances of cherries
Lads building houses
For Peter McVerry
Attack on the hill
As Temperatures plummet
Base camp achieved
En route to the summit
Across the long bridge
At Slaney’s least narrow
Snow capped to my left
Was Kilimanjaro
Bright morning sun
The sea was in flames
Jockey and Horse
A faint Jesse James
The ref to our Gary
“That’s no way to ruck”
Gary to me
“He runs like a duck”.

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Liam O’Reilly # Gerry The Pacemaker #Matisse

Hundreds of songs
From far distant days
Scents and aromas
Float in the maze
Out of the brine
Birds of a feather
Seamen of old
Would not sail to weather
Oh one youthful soul
Is Back home in Derry
At peace on Lough Foyle
Adrift in his wherry
Great Liam O’Reilly
Had us all bubblin
He played his guitar
That Summer in Dublin
Henry Matisse
The year of the French
The great Gorta Mór
Loved ones to wrench
Pacemaker Gerry
Departed today
His last Mersey ferry
Went on it’s way
One fine Winter’s day
The scrum did collapse
“Not I” said the prop
“Twas Jesus perhaps”.

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Alcatraz # Johnny Hates Jazz # Mike Slemen

Floating Spike Island
Our own Alcatraz
A great pace to kip
And Johnny Hates Jazz
And so we have reached
The year’s shortest day
Soon the first Lambs
Will leap prance and play
England’s Mike Slemen
A flash on the wing
Reached paradise
And met with his king
Joyce’s ‘ The Dead’
A brilliant novella
Glides through my town
Like a gay tarantella
Buskers in D 4
Grace the abode
Shane Glen and Finbar
Sing Raglan Road
And yes it did fall
A wondrous frost
And our Christmas day
Would never be lost
Hampers for sale
For snooty tyre kickers
Stewed prunes and stout
And ten pairs of knickers.

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Charley Pride # John le Carré # Emmylou & Co

Another sad victim
Sweet Charley Pride
All time and a day
For tears to subside
Swans bow their heads
In bleak Tarmonbarry
A spy by the fire
Good bye John le Carré
Contemptuous morons
Hog the abyss
Harbouring trash
Like vats of stale piss
Edna turns ninety
And still looks so fair
Wild and enthralling
Yes chiseled from Clare
Ducklings and mammy
On troop in Killavil
Fiddles and flutes
And Puck’s golden gavel
Thin Lizzy’s old boys
Arrived back in town
Emmylou, folk
Lets go Jackson Browne
Dreadlocks and Rastas
Spliffs skins and hash
Bob Marley and reggae
Sit back and crash.

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John Lennon # Barbara Windsor # Paolo Rossi

Four decades now
Please give peace a chance
John Lennon still sings
Of love and romance
A big crock of gold
And a punk with some pep
I just saw the film
By Temple and Depp
Palladian wings
Grand Frenchpark House
It’s sweeps and it’s lawns
With duck pond to douse
Artists can hear
The colours of spring
They also can see
The wind as it sings
Parturient-like swillers
Of black creamy stout
Long days on the docks
Before every bout
Dame Barbara Windsor
Has left us last day
With bold Paolo Rossi
Sleep softly I pray
Eighteen soft strokes
Are tolling at noon
Avoca’s church bells
As winter sun swoons.

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Ballyjamesduff # Day-Lewis # Peter Alliss

Dublin v Cavan
It’s time for some snuff
Come home Paddy Reilly
To Ballyjamesduff
Tipp versus Mayo
It’s been a long wait
Since terror and slaughter
Burst through the gate
Two sibling steeples
God’s stalagmites
Frost on the Bull Ring
Winter still bites
Sermons in Irish
Seas síos is seas suas
Playing the part
Like Daniel Day-Lewis
The great man of golf
Receives the great chalice
Your fairway is clear
Farewell Peter Alliss
Words from above
From lectern to nave
Tis just the first step
From cradle to grave
The Normans arrived
Below in Duncannon
They went on the sauce
Mad mushrooms and salmon.

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