Mary’s Fleadh

For months ahead she’s on the road

She calls on fiddlers young and old

Cajoling all to come to Tour

It is the best they’re all assured

Well Mary Dear you are a star

And so they come from near and far

To sing a song or play a bar

To join the fun or to drink a jar

And Mary’s tay is always hot

A little drop of you know what

When added to that friendly pot

It’s sure to cheer one up a lot

Your handy trick is something new

We’ve got to hand it to you

‘Tis better than the mountain brew

This Mary’s special pandy stew

‘Tis piping hot and creamy too

Encrusted in a golden hue

On heaped up plates of white and blue

Just “manna” to the Comhaltas crew.

‘Would jazz one up from head to toe

And give ones cheeks a ruddy glow

The adrenaline would start to flow

And spur one on to “have a go”

Her husband Peter lends a hand

His humour scores a special brand

And when it’s time to lead the band

His saxophone was right to hand

And so the Fleadh is Mary’s day

She’s a queen of all she doth survey

From near and far musicians stray

Enjoying the fun along the way

The music’s played in every house

The sessions start with winners proud

Plenty of fun and criac abound

While Mary Peter there hangs around

She is the uncrowned Queen of Tour

Of all this you can be really sure

No fairer maid or native truer

Has ever graced the banks of Skule

So with this note I want to say

A little wishful word to pray

While banjos ring and fiddlers play

Long may Mary have her day.