It Cannot Be Dan Carroll

You cannot be dead if your spirit is living the Tullig Dan Carroll i knew has his own claim to renown One of if not the last to make the last horse drawn cart milk deliveries for the late Pat Cashman in Millstreet Town That was back in the fifties to maybe the early sixties when lively little Dan was in his prime But the passing of the Seasons on all telling and all of us become victims of time But it cannot be the fellow known as 'No Go' whose last remains in St Mary's does lay For men like him live on in the higher spirit though for the mortal body a last night and day If there happens to be a life hereafter you will find Dan where characters do dwell To be amongst the characters of the hereafter would surely suit a fellow like him well It cannot be Dan Carroll the famed 'No Go' who passed away since this i know would surely be a lie He was born to be a character and characters live on and in the living memory never die Under the cold ground of St Mary's his mortals remains may forever lay But he is drinking Guinness and making laughter for others in a World that from there is far away The cold and the harsh winds of late January blow with a loud and a frosty chill In the cemetery in Millstreet of St Mary's blowing from the mountains over Cashman's Hill But you will not find Dan Carroll there he has migrated to a World miles beyond the sky People like him are born with a good soul and as we know such souls have wings to fly.