If you are a peace loving person one who loves war can’t be your mate

And he too wore the red Cork jersey with passion and with prideA legend in his playing days and he was known far and wide.I watched him play as a veteran when he was past his primeWay back in the late fifties some forty years in timeAgainst one ten years younger he more than held…

To fifty six when I was nine years oldAnd Delany here from Dublin won his gold.In Ireland in those days there was no T.V.And I with others listened to the radio commentaryIn a farmhouse in Millstreet in ClaraghatleaThat was coming to Ireland from Melbourne far away.The 1500 hundred Olympic final for menAnd we all hoped…

When he told me Jesus loves you ‘methought’ how would he knowThe thoughts of one who lived on this Earth two thousand years agoIf as he says Jesus loves me his feelings he don’t showMy credit card is overdrawn and my debts to the bank growAnd if Jesus really loves me he would not see…

But people were happy though times they were toughAnd we had food, clothing and shelter and that for us enough.Of the Land I was raised in nowadays great stories I hearThe economy is booming or so ‘twould appearBut where have the poor gone to I would like to knowFor progress there always is some price…

In the Pub to his mates his verses he reciteAnd they always applaud him much to his delight.His wife Karen has left him with their Primary School going daughter and sonShe lost him to rhyming she tells everyoneFrom work to the pub and then rhyming till lateHow could a man like him become her soul…

And the rich and the poor do breathe the same airThere are things in common that we all do shareAnd one day or night sooner or later we all have to dieThe reaper won’t spare the life of you or iWe all go back to Nature some are known to sayAnd in Nature’s bosom what…