He said “Cassidy hadn’t a clue
Opened a Co-op in Tinnahealy
Where the pigeons couldn’t make a living”

Hard to credit it
The country was kept together with bailing string in those years
Michael Collins and Hazel Lavery were in Dunleary that last week
For Love of Ireland
They drove over to Horrace Plunkett’s place in Foxrock
And their car was shot at on Marine Road coming home
They burned him out shortly afterwards
Pikes and pitchforks were no match
Bailing string, milk churns and the seeds of independence
He came in on the crossbar to Dame Street for the funeral

When I told him about the Maze he went quiet
The framed memento of the Good Friday agreement hanging by his bed
“I’d like to meet Gerry Adams” he said

He kept an eye on Th’ I.A.
Thought Lynch was doing a great job
Lost track of all the wheeling and dealing
But he followed the plot in proud approval
The French bread rolls from Thomas Street taking the biscuit
 
                  
                             Hay Machine (e)