Written by Tommy Maguire
We started off at Glan Hall on a sunny August day
The call came from Mag Shamhrain and we were on our way
Some took McKiernan’s blackthorn cane
Some took along their ponchos in case the day would rain
We stopped up on the hilltop to rest some weary legs
The cattle in a nearby field were running from the clegs
Some people got acquainted, some old stories were told
A young man in the crowd asked about fitzpatricks gold
Around at Mickey Fogie’s we made a sudden right
To view the old sweathouse that we heard so much about
Then down by Dean the Weavers we passed the crooked wall
You could hear the sound, though distant, of Roger’s waterfall
Some folks were there from Canada some came from New York
A couple in the background said they came from County Cork
They sat around the table some leaned upon the wall
A lively song by Johnny Mac was the first call
A song was sung by Johnny and one by Peter too
Then the young McManus brothers played a reel or two
A reading all in Gaelic by Jim Nolan from the Black
The Curratavey School folk were enjoying all the craic
The cameras were shooting the videos were on
Then the young and old joined in a lovely Irish song
They viewed across the mountains and the valley down below
It was a pleasant evening in the hills of Legnagrow
Up stepped Tomas Mag Shamhrain to explain what was going on
He told them of the healing powers of a man they called Phil John
Then Margaret Dowd addressed the crowd and thanked the folk that came
But seventy two walkers were too numerous to name
At five o’clock a phone did ring and it was time to go
Ludge Rua’s bus was waiting on Shannon’s land below
As we passed by Mulla Rua some wild sheep ran around
And the folks were all ready to get back into town
Although the day was over fond memories will stay
About a pleasant walk around the Sean Eamonn Ruari Way
Poem written by Tommy Maguire August 2006 about the Curratavey School Walk on the Sean Eamonn Ruari Way