Thurles Joe

A fellow from Ireland from here far away The passing of time has left him looking gray From Thurles a famous old Tipperary Town Where he used to live when his hair was light brown He played under age hurling when he was a boy A game many people in Tipperary enjoy But he left the old Hometown when he was eighteen The bigger World out there it was to be seen One can say he has known a far better day It has been sixty years since his last hurling game he did play Quite fleeting indeed is the human life prime In memory we only can go back in time Last year Thurles Joe to cancer lost Ann his beloved wife The mother of his children and for fifty years the love of his life A kinder and more loyal and more loving person than her anyone could not have wished to have known Ten time a grandfather he now lives on his own At the local pub on a Saturday night Seventy eight years old Joe of his worries makes light One who is quite partial to his liter of stout A sociable fellow he enjoys his night out