He Sang A Song Of Christy Ring Poem by Francis Duggan

The old bloke in the bar room sung a song of Christy Ring
And in his strong accent how sweetly he did sing
And he talked of Munster Finals in good old Thurles Town
Where for County pride and glory men hurled for renown.

He must have been close to seventy his hair was silver gray
And he like many more of us had known a better day
But he still has fond memories of where the fields are evergreen
And of the great Munster Finals as a young man he had seen.

Old Dan he is a character and one who loves his grog
And his favourite saying the man may leave the bogland but he takes in him the bog
He has not been back to the old Country for forty years or more
But he still feels nostalgic for that distant northern shore.

He sang a song of Christy Ring a hurling super man
And the grog stirs up the memories in the migrant fellow Dan
And he fancy he can hear again the huge roar of the crowd
When Ireland's finest hurlers they did their Counties proud.

The boys he went to school with the grand fathers of today
And his hurling hero Christy Ring in peace forever lay
But the excitement of the Munster Final returns to him again
And the ball flying between the goalposts in Thurles in the rain.