Paddy Driscoll The Traveller

Frothy dark pints of porter he used to enjoy The King of the of the Duhallow Travellers when I was a boy Paddy Driscoll had triumphed in many a fist fight For wrongs done to him with his fists he put right The pride of North Cork's Travelling Driscoll clan I knew Paddy Driscoll as an ageing man Gray haired tall and broad shouldered men like him are rare Of his commanding presence one did feel aware A man who was born into the wandering life In his horse drawn van he travelled the roads with his children and wife One who inspired many a story and rhyme 'Twas said he was fearless when in his life's prime I knew him when time had left him looking gray And he died of old age though he lived the hard way.