Con The Lake

Up in the morning long before daybreak Life was not easy for men like 'Con the Lake' And he drove his lorry through the long tiring day For an owner driver there's no easy pay. A load of cattle to the fair in Kanturk Might well be the start for him of a hard day's work And a few loads of gravel and a load of sand or two To be delivered to customers before his day was through. But September perhaps his busiest month of all For the turf was stacked and dry in Gneeves in the Fall And the hilly road he journeyed up and down That leads from Gneeves bog to Millstreet Town. One of the six Dennehy brothers that I knew of or I knew Jer, Sonny, Jack and Christy and Bill I heard of too From small lake on their mountain farm their sobriquet came And their children now still carry the nick name. Con the Lake's second son Dan is an owner driver today Like father like son it often seems that way He to rise early drive before daylight And he often works long hours into the night. The mountain field by fog covered in gray And the birds pipe in the early dawn of day And the ghost of Con the Lake is driving still Up the steep road that leads to Gneeves hill.