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.