Ben Heeran

Nobody drowned their grief in beer On the day Ben Heeran died, Nobody even shed a tear, For him nobody cried. The warden unlocked his prison cell And found him stiff in bed, Even at first glance he could easily tell That Ben Heeran was dead. Ben Heeran was a reckless man Who lived a troubled life He once even tried to kill his wife Jo Ann With a pointy carving knife. He was the perverse convict kind Tough as an iron nail, A man with a satan like mind Well used to life in jail. He paid the bitter price for crime And brought on himself ill fame But there was a time one glorious time When others praised his name. Ben put his courage on display At the fire in Mooney's house, He saved the life of Mooney's child that day And the life of Mooney's spouse. That day he put courage on show All the courage that he'd had, That day he let his neighbours know That he was not all bad. Nobody even gave a damn On the day Ben Heeran died, Nobody loved the convict man And for him nobody cried.