The Once Dark Haired Butcher Boy

That poem by Denis Murphy felt like a whiff of joy On the whereabouts of Richard Regan the once dark haired Butcher Boy It seems he is back near Ballydaly in his mansion by the hill Though looking a bit older time never does stand still I recall Bill and Abby's son as a dark haired carefree lad In his ways a little wayward though in him nothing bad With the Twomeys and D Dineen he often went on pub crawl But nothing in life stays the same and that applies to all Nowadays he wears a straw hat just like his uncle Dan Did when making wynds of hay in Pat Murphy's acre back then an ageing man Most of us follow in the footsteps of the ancestral way They do mentor us from their graves as some are known to say No longer backing greyhounds at the Cork Greyhound Track But now that does seem long ago when in time one does go back The once prodigal son nowadays by good example does lead Such a story nice to know of and a pleasure for to read From Butcher Boy to Market Gardener a more natural way of life It is said behind every good man a good woman or wife The once dark haired handsome fellow in life has settled down In his mansion by the mountain not far from Millstreet Town.