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Our first set of contributions come from Vincent Heavey..





One summers day in fifty nine when I was just a young lad
The time had come for all of us to cut the old black sod
It was early morning upon I woke to have my porridge first
Because Dad had said it was going to be a long hard day cutting the turf

We harnessed up our young kitty mare for under the horses cart
As we made our way through the car ways to get to our old bank
It was then I spotted two brown hares crossing the high fan
They were on their way from the Curragh plains to the green pastures of Barrettstown lands

It wasn’t long until my Da had the wing slane at his foot
He was throwing sods high in the air for me to catch the turf
I put them on the boggy cart to get it out to dry
For that’s the way the turf was cut for all the centuries of time

One summer’s day in fifty nine when I was just a young lad
The time had come for all of us to cut the old black sod
It was early morning upon I woke to get my porridge first
Because dad had said that it was going to be a long hard day cutting the turf

With midday coming a bit closer the hunger settled in
I looked across to the old bog road to see my ma cycling in
She had with her a great big basket full with our lovely lunch
Them salad sandwiches, apple tart and ma’s home made brown scones were a must

We sat around drinking tae with the neighbors joining in
They were telling yarn’s and funny stories about all the great turf cutting men
But with the evening dust descending on us it was time to pack it in
We then harnessed up our young kitty mare for the journey back
Home once again


Vincent Heavey

Time and Tide

Time and tide won’t wait for no one and there’s no going back.
Time and tide hasn’t waited for me and I can’t turn the clock back.
As I sit here around the turf fire thinking way way back
It was long ago in London town where I first met my sweet heart.

When our eyes met for the very first time the love affair began, her long red hair and those beautiful blue eyes would bring any man to his knees in time.

Where time and tide won’t wait for no one and there’s no going back, as time and tide hasn’t waited for me and I can’t turn the clock back.

As we strolled along by the river Thames down Chelsea Bridge way,
The moon shone down upon those waters to give a whiter shade of pale.

The pleasure boats sailed up by Big Ben on their way to Richmond town.
It was there and then that I kissed my girl under the moon light off London town.

As times have moved on and the tides go out, the memories still linger on.
I can see her standing by the river bank as the pleasure boats go sailing by

She had charm and beauty and that lovely smile she took my heart away,
When we fell in love all those years ago, we were like two young swallows about to fly far far away.

Where time and tide won’t wait for no one and there’s no going back, as time and tide hasn’t waited for me and I can’t turn the clock back.

Now my fire’s going down and the lights are going out, as I reminisced about the past because with time and tide there’s one thing for sure, there is no going back.
Because with time and tide there’s one thing for sure there’s no going back.


Vincent Heavey





Love can be painful and love can be blind
Love can be beautiful for all of man kind, with love all around us from the day we are born, to love and to be loved is one
Of Gods gifts to all.

Love knows no boundaries as it goes on its ways, as it crosses the great continents of the human race, where people are suffering great hunger and torment and are all looking for this freedom with love at the helm

With out that great love in all of our hearts, wars and strife could tear us apart, people need loving every day of their lives so all of mankind can live in harmony for all times

As Love can be so painful when its taken away, love can be blind when you make a mistake, love can be beautiful when its comes from within , with all its great treasures that true love will bring.

As you go walking through life’s corridors, you will encounter great love and peace you may not have felt before, it’s a wonderful feeling for everyone to have, to love and be loved you’ll never be sad

Love can be painful and love can be blind, love can be beautiful for all of mankind, with love all around us from the day we are born, to love and be loved is one of the greatest gifts of all

Vincent Heavey



When you’re in trouble, feeling lonely and sad,
I your best mate will be there to hold you by the hand
When trouble water’s comes to your front door
I your best friend will help you row your boat back to shore

Troubles may come to you in so many different ways
Some will be painful and others will make you afraid
That’s when you need a very best mate to wipe away all those tears of the stresses and pain’s
When you’re in trouble, feeling lonely and sad, I your best mate will be there to hold you by the hand

The tunnel of darkness can be a very lonely place as you try to carry the world’s problems on your shoulders with the burden of pain.
Sometimes in life you can’t go it alone when your whole life seems to be running out of control
The twenty first century has come in, like the sound of a whip, fast and furious
Some of these changes we are all trying to resist.

The pressure on people to keep up with the Jones that’s when the hurdles we face will just keep on falling.
It’s then you will need a very best friend to help you pick up all those pieces again.
When you are lonely and down on your luck, you will need a best mate around to bring your spirits right back up
That’s what friends are for in good times and bad, everyone needs a best mate on hand

When you’re in trouble, feeling lonely and sad
I your best mate will be there to hold you by the hand
When trouble water’s comes to your front door
I your best friend will help you row your boat back to shore

Vincent Heavey

CLONGOREY BAWN

AS THE LIFFEY FLOWS FROM THE WICKLOW HILLS TO THE SHORES OF DUBLIN BAY,
AS SHE RIPPLES THROUGH THE TOWN LANDS IN THE COUNTY OF KILDARE.
ITS THERE SHE MEETS THE CLONGOREY BAWN AT BARRETTSTOWN WAY, WHERE ST. PATRICK SET UP CAMP SITE AS HE TRAVELLED WITH OUR CHRISTIAN FAITH.
NOW I AM STANDING HERE IN THIS SACRED PLACE SO PEACEFUL.
IT COMES TO ME SURROUNDED BY NATURES BEAUTY AMONG ALL THEM OAK AND CYPRESS TREES.
THE ONLY SOUND THAT YOU WILL HERE IS THE RIPPLING WATERS NEAR, AS THE LIFFEY FLOWS FROM THE WICKLOW HILLS ON THE WAY TO THE IRISH SEA.

I WATCH THE RIPPLING LIFFEY AS SHE MEANDERS ON HER WAY, I’M BACK AGAIN IN CLONGOREY BAWN AS IF I NEVER WENT AWAY

WITH THE LIFFEY FLOWING BY MY SIDE AS SHE FLOWS ON HER WAY. ST. PATRICKS SHRINE SHINES THROUGH THE TREES ON A DARK WINTER DAY. I HAVE REMINISED ABOUT MY YOUTH WHEN I WAS LIVING FAR FAR AWAY WORKING ON THE CLONGOREY BOG EVERY SUMMERS DAY.WE CUT THE TURF AND MADE IT UP AS IF WE WERE OUT TO PLAY.THE LARK WOULD BE SINGING HIGH ABOVE AS IF HE WANTED US TO STAY. THE CUCHOO ECHOES FROM A DISTANCE SHE SEEMS SO FAR AWAY. THE HEATHERS AND THE WILD FLOWERS BLOOMING AND THE WOMEN MAKING TAE. NO NICER PLACE THAT YOU COULD BE ON A BRIGHT SUMMERS DAY, AS THE LIFFEY FLOWS FROM THE WICKLOW HILLS TO THE SHORES OF DUBLIN BAY. ST. PATRICKS GROTTO STANDS HIGH ABOVE DOWN BARRETTSTOWN WAY TO THE RIPPLING OF THE RIVER LIFFEY FLOWING DAY BY DAY. NOW IM BACK AGAIN IN CLONGOREY BAWN AS IF I NEVER WENT AWAY


Vincent heavey


THE PRIDE OF CILL DARA.

Its cead mile failte to all you out there. Come ye down to Clongorey united in the county Kildare where the pride and the passion is there for all to see when the blue and white stripes are playing down in the old bog road field. Our great little community is second to none, when you see all the fine achievements the people have done. From the Blacktrench to Derrins and on to the Barrettstown turn from Clongorey to Grangeshiggen you have the circle done and right in the middle is our own soccer club. The aspirations and dreams of so many in this lovely neighbour hood.


Its cead mile failte to all you out there, come ye down to Clongorey United in the county Kildare where the pride and the passion is there for all to see when the blue and white stripes are playing down in the old bog road field.

Now we have great supporters that follow our football team they be out pacing the sideline with a few shouts and the odd scream, but when the game is on going and is not going our way we all look to the referee and have the final say. As for the colleens that follow the team they are the finest looking women that ever been seen. For our lads keep on saying that they are all beauty queens, so come you all down Sunday morning to the old bog road field.

Its cead mile failte to all you out there, come ye down to Clongorey united in the County Kildare now here’s to all the young fellows who join this great club when they put on the blue and white stripes they will be made of great stuff.

Its only a matter of time until success comes our way and we will be lifting the cup and heading to Mulls for a very long day.

Its cead mile failte to all you out there, come ye down to Clongorey United in the County Kildare where the pride and the passion is there for all to see when the blue and white stripes are playing down in the old bog road field.


Our broken heartsO come to me my darling and see what they have done to our lovely hill of Allen under the rising sun, now it breaks our hearts to see you now the total devastation where once you were the pride and joy to the people of this nation
Its there you have stood since time began without altercation but along came the men from high above with their mining operations, now the hill is in great danger of being totally eliminated unless the powers to be in Dail Eireann take back control of the situation.
O come to me my darling and see what they have done to the ancestral home with one of Irelands famous son’s. Young Finn McCool the Celtic warrior a legend from our past. He was the leader of the Na Fianna men who fought great battles on the hill of Allen banks.
Sir Gerald Aylmer build his tower in the year of 1859 for the people of this region to view the beautiful landscape. Thousands came from miles around to walk the Hill Of Allen. To climb those steps with the workers names in set to reach the dome above her.
Once on top your eyes would light up, looking across into seven counties. A view to remember, views to cherish for all of us who had the privilege before they close the tower off to the public.
Oh come to me my darling and see what they have done, to our lovely historic hill of Allen that we would like to save for all future generations to come.
Now I’m closing my eyes and shedding a few tears for our beloved Hill of Allen that has been removed for all those years.
O come to me my darling and see what they have done to our lovely Hill of Allen under the rising sun

All Ireland 1969
On the 18th of June in the year of 69
Labour and Fine Gael came up to the line
They said they were going to start a new Dail
And by fair means or foul to put out Fianna Fail

Labour had a policy which they said was fine
A socialist republic of Cuban design
They said it was good of that they were sure
And the votes of the people would make it secure

Fine Gael had nothing of which they could speak
But they promised the pensioners five quid a week
They also agreed to cut down the rate
And build thousands of homes all over the state

But the old guard stood firm not budging an inch
They said they were backing the Taoiseach Jack Lynch
And the Cork County hurler with the ball on his stick
He swept up the field and that’s mighty quick

With his team mates behind him he scored a great goal
And landed his men at the head of the poll
When the votes were all counted Fianna Fail was on top
Fine Gael and Labour went down with a flop

Cosgrave and Corish had nothing to s