He will never more drink Guinness in the pubs in Duhallow's Newmarket Town
Where he used to live when his hair was light brown
Or play Gaelic Football on Summer evenings in the park 'til sundown
He had dreams back trhen of future sporting renown
The yearn for the wander was in his young mind
He was born to be one of the adventurous kind
His journey in life did take him far south
Of the fields of the badger and waterways of the brown trout
From Newmarket in Duhallow ageing far away
The hair on his balding head is silver grey
In June he will turn eighty on his next Birthday
That time does not wait on anyone seems true to say
A man who has led an adventurous life
He never had children or does not have a partner or wife
In a one bedroom flat he lives on his own
By most in the Newmarket of today he would not be known
He still has a liking for the pub atmosphere
On Saturday in the local he enjoys a beer
Newmarket to him now a memory of his past
Far south of Duhallow he will breathe his last.
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