Michael Lucey Poem by Francis Duggan

In my Schooldays in the fifties he was one I used to know
A stocky blond haired youngster he died just a few years ago
He got married and he lived in Millstreet where his children to adults did grow
Within view of Clara Mountain and near where Finnow waters flow

Through the old fields and by hedgerows near the old Town of Millstreet
On it's journey down to Drishane where the Blackwater it meet
And the river keeps on flowing though people come and go
And when Winter days are over the grass again will grow.

Michael Lucey gone from Millstreet and his bones will forever lay
In the graveyard by the Tanyard where he spent his boyhood day
And I offer in his memory the words of this simple rhyme
One can only hope he'll be remembered that he won't be lost to time.

Goodbye to you Michael Lucey and though we will never meet again
Fond memories of the man you were till our own end we'll retain
You passed away in your early fifties your's was not a lengthy span
But you will be remembered as a good family and a community minded man.