by Paul, Philip and David (Mullahoran N.S.)
Some are here for heels,
Some are here for soles,
Some complain of instep
And some just come for tales
The constable doesn’t have a bike,
He walks the district miles,
Today he needs his boots resolved,
“Hello Pat” he smiles.
The constable would say “Fix up my shoes Pat”
And as he walked in everyone there went silent,
As soon as he would leave
everyone would immediately start talking and gossiping.
But Pat didn’t know that all that gossiping would be
the death of him.
In a matter of days throughout Mullahoran
The whispers begin, the rumours are stirring.
An IRA court votes six to four
and for the last time
Patrick walks through his door.
They say a bullet pierced your heart but first
it pierced his scapular, on which was written the words;
‘ Whoever dies wearing this scapular shall not suffer eternal Fire’
Written by Paul, Philip and David as part of Poetry as Commemoration workshops for 6th Class, Mullahoran NS, Co. Cavan, led by Frank Galligan in May/ June 2022.