Around the Bridge, on a winter’s eve
A whisper blew between the trees
A chance so rare, to meet and see
A local, world celebrity
Born near a chapel on a hill
A man who reached a pinnacle
A sportsman of high renown
This night, would be in our hometown.
To think that someone in his place
Would meet us all, face-to-face
It isn’t hard to comprehend
They say he did it for a friend
In a bar, down by the river
He greeted everyone
Listened to the tales they told
Of all the deeds he’d done
Shared with each, the memories
Of golden days gone by
In his answers, firm beliefs
At last were clarified
There were photographs and autographs
Gleaned by young and old
To be held in silent witness
When the story is retold
Of a special night in Gorman’s
As we gathered round and sat
In the company of a gentleman
We love to call “Big Pat”.