Durmid Fahey's Wake
Note: Wandering Man Records
an ASCAP affiliate,Mark Austin's publishing company
He was born Durmid Fahey
In the town of Kenmare.
A fine Irish lad
Was he as I hear.
With grand daddy, Liam
He often did go
With firkins of butter
Toward Cork very slow.
And as he grew older
A farmer became.
He took a colleen
And gave her his name.
With each turning year
A new child was born,
Until there were nine
And no room for more.
Fill all the pubs and close all the shops
Pour the Guinness out fully; right up to the top.
Pass the grand stout faithfully ‘round,
To old Durmid Fahey who’s Heavenly bound!
He once saved a man
Out Glengarriff way
Who rolled under the cart
While putting in hay.
Known throughout Kerry
Loved one and by all
Never a cross word
Was spoken at all.
Fill all the pubs and close all the shops
Pour the Guinness out fully; right up to the top.
Pass the grand stout faithfully ‘round,
To old Durmid Fahey who’s Heavenly bound!
He lived a long life
As the good ages roll,
With grandchildren plenty
About twenty, all tolled.
Early one Spring
The Lord made his call
And old Durmid Fahey
Made Saint Peter’s roll.
So, fill all the pubs and close all the shops
Pour the Guinness out fully; right up to the top.
Pass the grand stout faithfully ‘round,
To old Durmid Fahey who’s Heavenly bound!