Beautiful And Brave

Through Tipperary's Thurles Town Of hurling glory and renown Towards Semple park I trod my way On Munster semi final day. A friendly voice rang out in greet A girl behind me on the street A pretty lady young and fair With dark blue eyes and blondish hair. I talked with her we walked awhile She seemed so sweet and free of guile A girl of charm and courtesy With bubbling personality. I did not ask the girl her name But I asked her from what place she came I'm Tipp girl and I'm proud to be From good old Thurles Town said she. She walked with a limp the girl was lame But she seemed happy just the same Her handicap caused her no gloom And she glowed like a Summer rose in bloom. At a street corner we did part And sympathy rose in my heart For lovely female young and sweet The lady with imperfect feet But she'd no need of sympathy As she seemed happier than me Her lameness caused her no misery And she bore her cross with bravery. And god forbid it were I lame Then by the heck would I complain And so would countless others too The brave at heart are few so few. And that makes her a special breed A very special girl indeed The girl I met one sunday afternoon In Thurles in the month of June.