On Talking To John Joe And Helen Daly - Poem by Francis Duggan
Visiting their son John and daughter Gillian in Sydney John Joe Daly and Helen his wife
I spoke to them by telephone I've known him most of my life
All of the way from Millstreet in Duhallow ten thousand miles or more
They have made the long and tiring Journey to Australia's sunny shore.
He seems the same John Joe Daly he has hardly changed at all
As the John Joe i went to school with old memories we did recall
As he spoke to me from Sydney the rain was bucketing it down
He said it reminded him of wet nights back in Millstreet our Hometown.
Enjoying their Aussie holiday the Dalys of Millstreet
In the old Town by the Finnow i recall we last did meet
On that cold day in December Clara wore his hat of snow
And uphill through the Main Street the wintery winds did blow.
'Tis a changed place nowadays Millstreet from the Millstreet i did know
And the changes keep on happening there John Joe Daly told me so
He and Helen are in Sydney enjoying their holiday
And they will be home in Millstreet for to greet the flowers of May.
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