The Shoemaker

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.