Edward Walsh

He did spend a few years in old Millstreet Town
But no memorial there to honour his renown
Though in Gaelic Ireland seen as a literary figure of note
And rated by Gaelic literary experts as a major poet.

So many fine poems do live on in his name
But in Duhallow his should be a far greater fame
Then poetry is seen as a personal thing
And of the praises of poets you won't hear many sing.

'Tis said Edward Walsh came from Doire at least that's what many say
That in the heart of Duhallow he first saw light of day
But that he is buried in Cork is a fact that is known
And as a poet of the Fenians he is in a class of his own.

He was a Young Irelander who died in his prime
And a leading poet of the Ireland of his time
Survived by his children and Brigid his wife
Who in distant Australia started a new life.

Duhallow's greatest poet most experts agree
His poems were not born to mortality
Yet few in Duhallow his praises do sing
The poet in his homeplace not as admired as a king.