I noticed when we heard the bell and someone got the door
that it was easy then to tell if the caller had been before.
And if we heard the question, "is this Pat McCarthy's house?"
They didn't know her, but they had called to see his spouse.
Fifty-eight years ago at the crack of dawn
Mary took Paddy northside to Mount Nebo in Grawn.
They'd got married in ceremony with Anna and Pa too
and the O'Sullivans laid breakfast on for guests of brides and grooms.
One plus seven children, and known both sides of the Lee,
Mary packed both their bags for their hols up in Kilkee.
They had a camper vehicle, they called it the Luv Bug,
she paid ten pounds ESB each week, and he drove a coach for work.
(My uncle, Paddy McCarthy, died on 07/11/2014. He was 80 years old and had had a good life. I couldn't make the funeral but went to see him laid out at his home, RIP Paddy, 1934-2014.
Grawn is a colloquial Cork term for Gurranabraher.)
