For Kevin McEvoy

Oh he’d drop by of a Sunday noon

by the way for tea and a yarn

and we’d set out on a journey

the long way round the barn

For I knew he had a little gra

for one of the girls, or two

he didn’t mind one little bit

that I knew he knew I knew

He’d take his seat and produce the sweets

and the craic would start

and he’d play his part

and we’d take a cup of tea

and I was glad to sit right back

and be entertained with ease

by as sweet and fine a gentleman

as could ever shoot the breeze.

All of us grew more fond of him

as time swept gaily by

and liked to see, when the girls came in

that twinkle in his eye.

Ah, he has passed on by, now

on his considerate, careful way

and you’d miss his treats of a Sunday

and the surprising things he’d say

For there’s no harm done

to like someone

to feel that glow inside

like poverty or riches

love is difficult to hide.

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September 17, 2013 · 15:48

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