Category: Crater and folk
Sister Mary Francis was once Noreen to her friends But no one’s called her Noreen in an age Noreen was a live wire, or so the story goes But she’s half a century now behind the stage
He was a brimey curmudgeon While she shouldered all of his shame Well into winter on Thursday On the eight o’clock Sligo bound train
Tis shocking kauld says he Ach is right, tis shocking kauld As the pair a them stood there in open tags
The logic of boys has been misconstrued Now the rulings returned on their lot While mothers seek reason for all that they do Boys logic asks only; Why not?
When John Thomas died in November attendances dropped by a third The kettle still danced on the pot-hook but one of three cups never stirred