Philip McDaragh

I am of Tullamore, the sonOf a gombeen man, so I knowThe use of a good solicitor,The value of nothing said,The price of love lostOr gained. To which we addThe cost of modern marriage,The daily tally for the bag manAnd the priest; ten Hail MarysTwenty-two Glory Bees.I know the gavel knockOn altar stone, wind at the door,Ash in the grate,A foreign body in the bed,The bank of her...