Eddy And Delia Murphy Of Ballydaly - Poem by Francis Duggan
Eddy and Delia Murphy still breeding and racing greyhounds their dogs Ballydaly's best
And their speedsters not found wanting when they are put to the test
Still winning races at the Cork track and as greyhound handlers their reputations grow
Their Ballydaly dogs have been winning open and graded races
for as long as one would care to know.
It has been some while since Eddy had Poundy's Gift in the Oaks in Dublin at least five decades ago
Where the Ballydaly speedster her true worth did show
Then the great hope of old Duhallow she seldom knew defeat
In Cork track and in Dublin she was the one to beat.
Far beyond their Millstreet Parish and Duhallow's Countryside
Eddy and Delia Murphy they are known far and wide
In the sport of greyhound racing they have built themselves a name
And their dogs still winning races in a far from easy game.
Two good and decent People as nice as one could wish to meet
Happy when their dog is a winner and quite gracious in defeat
Since I last laid eyes upon them close to twenty years gone by
Been a while now since I've heard the lark carolling in the Homeland sky.
For years Eddy and Delia Murphy have flown the flag for Ballyday as I readily can recall
In the sport of Greyhound racing the toughest game of all
They have bred, owned and trained many a good winner of many a good race
And their dogs always worth an each way bet for a win and for a place.
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