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Poem of Patric O' Kelley (Gaelic style poetry)

Updated on September 29, 2012
If you would like to know more about life as it was in Ireland this article is one that I found very informative and well worth reading.
If you would like to know more about life as it was in Ireland this article is one that I found very informative and well worth reading. | Source

The tale of “Praying Patric Kelley”

--or simply Pat for short

Irish Tinker on the road of life.

A walking from port to port…

There once was a traveling tinker named Pat

The son of two tinkers

And that settled that.

He crossed many a long and weary mile

Stopping at farms and giving a smile

Was turned away time and time again

Your not needed here

We’ve No pots to mend.

But Ma’dam I can do more

Than mend a silly pot

Look around the house

and Show me what you’ve got.

I can repair the roof

I can fix your floor

And what about the hinges

On that sagging front door?

I can do much more M’lady

Than fix a Pot or a Pan

If’n you’ll just allow me

I’ll show you that I can.

Your not wanted here

We know the likes of you

Be doing shoddy work


Back at the gate

Pat stopped a moment in dread

Looked both directions

And then Bowed his head

Lord its me again

Your son “Prayin Pat”

Hold it not against her Lord

twas just a little spat

an She doen’t understand

The troubles that abound

My family up the road

Twill be Sleeping on the ground.

I need a Direction Lord

For we have no place to go

I see the night is coming

And you know were hungered so

The wife is at the cart

With wee mouths to feed

You’ve never let us down now Lord

You’ve always supplied our need.

About this time

A wagon came round

Driven by an old farmer

Coming back from town.

You Lad there

A tinker ye be?

Praise God in Heaven!!

Been looking for the likes of thee.

The gate broke this mornin

I patched it best I can

But its them old hinges

They really jus' need a mend

The farms over yonder

Just up in the next vale

Tell the wife I sent you

My name is “Yellow Dale”

She will feed you too…

Don’ya worry about that

You got a family

Take them too

Pro’lly hungry and cold

While your mending the gate

They can warm up their souls

Ill be right on it

Pat said with a smile

“Lord’s never let me down

Its been many a mile”

Old Dale just smiled

And then clucked to the horse

Keep Praying Pat

Till you’ve finished your course.


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    • aykianink profile image

      aykianink 5 years ago

      Intriguing cadence. Gaelic style, eh? Cool stuff.

    • Michele Travis profile image

      Michele Travis 5 years ago from U.S.A. Ohio

      Wonderful poem, about a tinker. Since I read your last hub, this poem is very good. Thank you for writing it.