Father James McDyer

A soul on perpetual fire

An activist always and prior

Was sent to Glencolmcill to turn water into wine

But he found faith was not enough

For such hardship and hunger

People needed something a little bit stronger

 

(Oh for the tall slippery Devil had forgotten at his peril)

 

He advocated the fight in defence of the downtrodden

In defence of God's natural beauty

Against a Free State tyranny

Travelling to and fro like a frayed yo-yo

To Dublin bureaucrats for tea and chit-chats

For he was a militant priest

And had thereby secured his place in the hearts of man, woman and child on this Emerald Isle

 

(Oh for the tall slippery Devil had forgotten at his peril)

 

~ G McK