AH THOSE WERE THE DAYS
Wicklow in those by gone days
Was a town of fun and greet.
‘Twas there we met our loved ones
In the Mall just off Main Street.
Ah! many were the friends we made
Esha, Kate and me
The former met young Gerry
A handsome boy indeed.
I met Pat from Mayo
And Kitty joined the Nuns,
But many the broken heart, she left
But God was her number one.
We had friends like Maguire from Mayo
Padraig , who loved his pint,
Frank Lawlor who owned a garage
And blondie Ned O’Dwyer.
The Cuffe boys and Bob Daughton
John Durcan jolly, cute
Sean Connolly sound and steady
And the witty Cork man Hugh.
Andrew Phillips refined and shy,
How he could swing the tennis bat
Nobody could deny.
The generous Mrs. Dawson
Helped by Annie proud,
The Suttons were exemplary
Likewise the “ three sixty fives”.
Those were Wicklow natives,
For many a decade too,
‘Twas said they disliked new comers
But I always found them true.
Our Runners Club defeated them,
The Sailing club was theirs,
But then we all united were,
Good friends without a care.
Many of that gallant club
Are resting in their graves,
Loyal good living girls and boys,
In Wicklow town so fair.