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Milo’s Eightieth

April 23, 2008
02:08 AM

My brother-in-law Milo was eighty last night.
We all celebrated this with some style in Kellys in Rosslare.

I, as is my wont, wrote him a poem, this time a pastiche of his favourite ballad.

I could load you all down with explanations and cross references but I decided to leave that to future scholars to discover.

The Bold Milo Lynch

CHORUS:

For rugby, for tennis, for dance or romancin’
For drinkin’ black porter or Scotch at a pinch.
You could search Cork and Clare, but there’s none will compare.
To that cultured all rounder, the Bold Milo Lynch

1
Men of Graiguenamanagh who’re anxious for learnin’
A word of advice I will give unto ye,
Don’t go near the schools or the GAA sports grounds
Just queue up at the house owned by Milo and D.
Then gather yourselves at the feet of the master
And learning will drop in you ear inch by inch.
You’ll learn all about life (and you will learn it much faster)
From the Man for all Seasons, the Bold Milo Lynch.

CHORUS:
For rugby, for tennis, for dance or romancin’
For drinkin’ black porter or Scotch at a pinch.
You could search Cork and Clare, but there’s none will compare.
To the Man for all Seasons, the Bold Milo Lynch

2
And it is not just in learnin’ that Milo is master
He was light on his feet and could run with the ball
In the park known as Musgrave there was none could run faster,
Or score better tries and then convert them all.
But twas not just the skill on the pitch he lays claim to.
He could soar through the air like a blackbird or finch
For when not scoring tries against Con and for Dolphin
He was Lord of the Dance was the Bold Milo Lynch.

CHORUS:

For rugby, for tennis, for dance or romancin’
For drinkin’ black porter or Scotch at a pinch.
You could search Cork and Clare, but there’s none will compare.
To the Lord of the Dancing ; the Bold Milo Lynch.

3
Twas at Kelly’s in Rosslare he met a young widow
Who was rearing four children the same as himself
Milo took one hard look and then he was bowled over
There was no way he’d lave her alone on the shelf.
‘Ah Deirdre’, says he, ‘I know you have four childer,
And sure I have four too and I’m doing fine.
Surely no-one would notice if we both got together
To shnake in another and get the score up to nine.’

CHORUS:

For rugby, for tennis, for dance or romancin’
For drinkin’ black porter or Scotch at a pinch.
You could search Cork and Clare, but there’s none will compare.
To the cultured allrounder ; the Bold Milo Lynch.

REPEAT CHORUS:

For rugby, for tennis, for dance or romancin’
For drinkin’ black porter or Scotch at a pinch.
You could search Cork and Clare, but there’s none will compare.
To the cultured allrounder;
The Man for all Seasons;
The Lord of the Dancing:

The Bold Milo Lynch !

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