Throughout the wide world he wandered we are told

Now in a graveyard in the heart of Kilflynn

Rest the mortal remains of our hero Putch Wynne.

In the days of his youth he began for to stray,

To the shores of Australia he soon made his way,

At the art of step dancing there was no one could win

Opposed to the active and graceful Putch Wynne.

From Perth on to Brisbane, and then Adelaide,

From Sydney to Melbourne, his talents displayed.

The Irish-Australian acclaimed him the king,

When he gained the gold medal, the gallant Putch Wynne.

He remained undefeated throughout his career,

And often returned to his homeland so dear,

"When life's journey is over and the end does begin,

In my own native clay shall I rest", said Putch Wynne.

"There's an old elm tree in the church yard does grow,

Where my mother hung the green, white and gold flag long ago,

To honour the patriots our freedom did win,

Let me rest in its shade, I request", said Putch Wynne.

A plain simple gravestone is placed o'er his head,

And on it are words that are easily read,

To let all know who's buried, in that grave there within,

There's a simple inscription "Here lies the Putch Wynne".

J. J. Sheehy.