Big Trev from Cahereens

Sad are the homes around the island,
since they lost their big fat child.

And Den Joes cries ring every bale,
around the main side.

That city of the caravans & fights on the main street,
undying fame surrounds your name, Big Trev from Cahereens.

Twas on a dreary new years eve,
as the shades of night came down,
a trailor load of trainspotters approached old nite owls.

There were men from Currow & from Scart, Knockanalig & Tonbee,
but the leader was a big fat man, big Trev from Cahereens.

And as they moved along main street,
up to the night club door, they scorned the danger they might face
their fate that lay in store.

They were fighting for their manager, for entry for Snuffy.
And their leader was a big fat man, big Trev from Cahereens.



But the bouncers spied their daring plan, they spied it through the door.
For they saw young Snuffy in the corner, his pants upon the floor.

And before that awful night was past, two spotters were messy.
There was one from up the old Pound Road & one from Cahereens.

And no more will he hear old Den-joe's cry or the murmurin Maine tide
For he left to run his fathers pub, brave Mick by his side

He has gone to join some more fat men - in the land of obesity
A martyr of the Island, Big Trev from Cahareens