Patsy

Patsy

As a young girl I’d sit upon his knee,

‘How’s the small woman’ he would say to me.

We’d walk across the lush green fields,

Up by Knockalough and down by Sceach.

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The night the lights went, and we sat by the fire,

We talked and sang to our hearts desire.

You’d play inside when the four of us were small,

Either to run round the kitchen or hide the ball.

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Then we all grew up and did our own thing,

Shur we were young and reckless and had a few flings,

A warm smile would greet us whenever we’d go home,

and a few bob if we were stuck, shur don’t you know how it goes.

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I called up home the other day,

‘Come on inside and we’ll make the tae’

We got up from the table and went out to the field,

To cut down a few trees to give the fire a good yield.

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That night we sat down by the fire,

To watch the hurling, ‘god isn’t he a flyer’

I smiled and looked over with thoughts so fond,

Because me and my old man have an unbreakable bond.