The Life of Brian

In my memory, Brian will always be

The man that I have loved so well

When he joined Fianna Fáil and elected to the Dáil

And laughed at Fine Gael and DL

Going home in the rain to Clara on the train

Past Tullarnore where he moved soon after

Those were happy days in so many many ways

For the man that I have loved so well

In the early days Brian made on way

Called to people from Screggan, Doon and the bog

To drum up support and build up a rapport

Kissed their children and walked their dog

And when times got rough, Brian just got tough

And saw his people through without complaining

For deep inside there was a burning pride

For the county he loves so well

There was magic there in Brian’s curly hair

The genius that Albert could understand

Labour minister of the day worked hard to get fair pay

And always ready to take a stand

Then on to transport, and soon he got support

Promoted to higher posts by our Bertie

In health he found strife, the opposition held the knife

For the man that I love so well

But when I learned how my eyes were burned

To see how a man could be brought to his knees

By the labour calls for his withdrawal

Who try to damage him with their sleaze

Now the press is installed to report every pitfall

With Tallaght they began to light his fire

From the Times to the Sun they slated my number one

The man that I still love so well

Now the threat is gone and Brian will go on,

For his spirit’s been bruised, never broken

And he’ll not forget and his mandate still is set

On tomorrow and progress once again

Now what’s done is done and the battle’s almost won

And his good work goes on and lasts forever

I long for the day when Brian leads the fray

In the country that I do love so well.

Enda Dolan (1^st I.T.)