The Ballad of Baron O’Connor.

-Joe O’Brien of Bearna 1971

Come all young fellows and pay me attention

While I sing a few verses to Peter the great

He was elected the famous Feale Baron

And crowned with royal robes to rule his estate

The rest of the candidates he ousted in combat

And all were so certain the seat to procure

Even the postman famed Dillane from Glantine

Went down for the count to the Baron of Tour.

For dancing or singing or sound music ringing

Or drinking black porter or whiskey so pure

In all Ireland to day you won’t find one so gay

As our own Peter O’Connor from Tour.

Moriarty from Brosna he went down before him

And Carroll and Chris failed to gain the day

The man from Duagh he also defeated

With Liam Murphy the pride of Athea

The postman from Glantine held on towards the finish

But the tough course he could not endure

So at the last fence he too came a cropper

To our own darling Peter O’Connor from Tour.

When the result was announced there was great jubilation

And cheers from O’Connor rent the cool autumn air

His opponents came forward with congratulations

To shake hands with the Baron who nobly got there

All through the counties of Cork, Limerick and Kerry

He is known in each homestead ‘mid the wealthy and poor

When they came to the polls there was no hesitation

To vote for O’Connor the Baron of Tour.

His group at the wren boys they came out victorious

To help in the cause they did gaily compete

Making great efforts to gain the first honours

But they’re just as gallant to take the defeat

In history his name is recorded in glory

To live on in memory while time will endure

As being the first Baron to rule over the Fealeside

Our own darling Peter O’Connor from Tour.

At the Newcastle West gymkhana he won admiration

When he led Mayor Liddy and Dwyer at the race

The girls so joyfully came flocking around him

To get their autos signed with a smile on each face

One childless Lady gave out to her husband

Whose lonesome appearance no doctor could cure

Oh what a difference between you and O’Connor

How I envy the wife of the Baron of Tour.

For dancing or singing or sound music ringing

For drinking black porter or whiskey so pure

In lands far away he’s the talk of the day

Our own Peter O’Connor from Tour.