John Twomey was Duhallow's Poet Laureate when i was a primary school-going boy
And his songs and poems of local successes filled many local hearts with joy
We missed him when he emigrated for there was none to take his place
His rhyming lines were full of beauty the last of an old bardic race
A natural poet in the true sense the rhymes from his pen seemed to flow
In Duhallow in the nineteen fifties as a poet his stature did grow
But the lust of the wander was in him the lure of the big World out there
And sad to say our poet he did leave us he went off for to live elsewhere
The best of his time in Duhallow in that I'm not saying anything new
John Twomey was poet of the people and poets as we know are quite few
He did pen some memorable poetry the best of the best in his day
And we missed him when he left Duhallow where he would not grow old and gray
It must be quite close to five decades since John Twomey was in his prime
To when he was Duhallow's Poet Laureate one has to go far back in time.
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