Back There In The Nineteen Fifties

There have been so many stories of Duhallow's fighting men
Such as the heroes of the ambush at Tureengarriffe Glen
When Kiskeam's Sean Moylan was carving his own renown
One who was admired and famous in many a Cork and Kerry town

Back in the nineteen fifties as a primary school going boy
The stories of aging story tellers was a thing i did enjoy
On the long Winter evening by the glowing peat fire
Of listening to them talking of their young years one could never tire

Stories of their sporting heroes with pride they did recall
Such as Dungourney's Jamesy Kelleher a champion with the hurling ball
He was Ireland's greatest hurler when  he was in his prime
In the early twentieth century and that is going back in time

But the past in the forever gone and the old story tellers are long dead
And i am an aging fellow old age of me looms ahead
And they were not short of talent a good story they could tell
Back there in the nineteen fifties as i remember well.