On A Phone Call From Gillian Daly Poem by Francis Duggan

Though i do not know her personally her father and her aunt Hanna May i know
A phone call from Gillian Daly took me back to long ago
When with her father John Joe and others in the school-yard we played ball
My boyhood years in Millstreet till my last day I'll recall.

The phone call from Gillian Daly took me to the far away
To my younger years in Millstreet long before my hair went gray
Long before she was born and that's going back in time
And long before i discovered my useless gift of rhyme.

Her lovely Duhallow accent it was so nice to hear
And in this ageing heart of mine stirred a nostalgic tear
For my very happy boyhood that lives in my memory
In my wildest flights of fancy long lost friends still visit me.

She seems such a lovely person with a happy laughing voice
And her sweet Duhallow accent made the heart in me rejoice
With her partner holidaying in Melbourne many miles from old Millstreet
It was nice of her to ring me though her i may never meet.

John Joe and Mrs Daly's daughter from Duhallow far away
With her partner in Melbourne in Victoria on their Worldwide holiday
It was nice of her to ring me though her i did not know
I played football with her father in the school yard years ago.