THE FISHERMAN’S SONG
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THE FISHERMAN’S SONG
(Abbeyfeale Anglers 1974)
I long to be, down in Pouleen Buidhe
With the sportsmen I once knew.
Moloney you know, is in charge of the dough
And Buckley is helping us too.
We are happy to be in the committee.
Our chairman is Davy Lyons.
And Daly again is in charge of the pen.
I want you to meet the twin Ryans.
I know that our Jacques has got what it takes.
The ‘joinings’ he is going to try.
George Lane said “Please, lets have a breeze.
I’ll fish the ‘spring’ with a fly.”
The ‘lug’ is the ground where Dan Cotter is found.
His ‘blue & silver’ I see.
At roving the bate, Jackie Daly is great.
The Ryans will catch two or three.
I met Billy Mac, a bag on his back.
He’ll sure make the salmon pay.
McMahon and King will be fishing the ‘spring’
They’ll be out at the break of day.
Dan Leahy will be out, fishing for trout,
A smile on his cheerful face.
Sonny and Der are both working well.
Sure they’ve huts all over the place.
I’m waiting to see, my old friend John P
Going down to the waterfall.
He’s mad for the feel of the rod and the reel
And a salmon for Downey’s Stall.
At the end of the day when Jack Fitz will pay
‘Tis there you will see the ‘sluagh’
They’ll talk of their luck and make up their book,
Then sample a jar or two.
I sigh once more for the days of yore
And the friends that I used to know.
I love to reel on the River Feale
And to dream of the used to be
Le Sean O’h-Airtneide
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