Pat Connors And Johnny Murphy

By the Shamrock bridge near Cullen where the two rivers meet Where the Araglen joins the Blackwater between Rathmore and Millstreet Lived Pat Connors and Johnny Murphy in eternal rest they lay They did not live to be old men to be slow and bent and gray Pat Connors in his prime years was a very fit athlete And he and his brother Richard and Jim Twohig for Ballydaly hard to beat And that was in the seventies twenty five years back or more And a lot of water since then has flown to Atlantic shore. Pat Connors was a good bloke he had in him so much good And if he cared about you he would help you if he could He had all of the human frailties and those who knew him will recall That he went to the reaper early, the reaper who will claim us all. Johnny Murphy he was different never in the public eye He was a low key sort of fellow and he did seem rather shy But life must have been hard on him he did not wish to grow old And may he rest in peace forever for he had a 'heart of gold'. In the fields by the Blackwater they will never more be seen But when Spring comes to Duhallow with her wildflowers and her green We'll remember Pat and Johnny who walked on these banks before Where Araglen joins Blackwater between Millstreet and Rathmore.