Fun And Games

In the sandpit field we often watched in the afternoon of sunday
Our renowned juggler Matty Owen give his juggling display
We marvelled at his dexterity how wonderful we cried
But we could never juggle with stones though hard enough we tried.

In the sandpit field of Matty Owen a mile west of Millstreet
On sunny summer sunday afternoons we often used to meet
For an hour or two of fun and games I was twelve or thirteen
And Matty Owen at juggling stones the best we'd ever seen.

Dan Sullivan was often there for to display his water divining skill
And to watch the divining stick turn between his hands to us was such a thrill
He had the gift of finding spring wells many feet beneath the ground
And under where the stick turned between his hands spring water could be found.

In the threshing days west of Millstreet Town in the farm yards in the Fall
When the threshing was done an hour of fun I readily can recall
The cheer went up for Matty Owen for a juggling display
And though the juggler now lay with the dead the memories with me stay.

Of when we met in the sandpit field on sunday afternoon
For an hour or two of fun and games the season passed too soon
And though that was many years ago and many miles away
The juggler and the diviner still alive in me today.