A Poem about the Gathering

The Gathering


Have you heard about the gathering, that is taking place this year

As we welcome home our exiles, from places far and near

Well the truth about the matter, if we call a spade a spade

Enda needs the money, for the bills have to be paid

The politicians and the bankers, that couldn’t do their job

For years have forced us Irish, to leave to earn a bob

Now it might be slightly unfair, if them all I were to tar

But it was years of mismanagement, that has left us where we are

And really that’s the bottom line, to what this it’s all about

Our country is in a crisis, and we need a big dig out

Well now that I have that said, I must hasten to add

I think that it will work a treat, for the idea is not half bad

For all the wrongs that happened, we can no longer grieve

We must all face the future, and turn over a new leaf

Let’s be positive for a minute, if we’re to tell the truth

To travel round and see the world, is a good thing for our youth

They will gain so much experience, as on their travels they do roam

And when our economy takes a turn, they can bring that experience home

Ireland is a country, that is welcoming and kind

And the scenery that’s on offer, is the finest you will find

There are miles of golden beaches, going all around our coast

And of mountains lakes and rivers, we all can proudly boast

And our big céad míle fáilte, can’t be matched anywhere

As you smell the scented heather, in the lovely crisp fresh air

Sure going back generation, our forefathers had to roam

And in all corners of the planet, you will find an Irish home

We all have some relations, somewhere around the globe

With a deep passion for Mayo, be it Ballina or Ballinrobe

Westport Crossmolina, Castlebar or Kiltimagh

Killala Ballyvary, Charlestown or Knock

Belderrig or Bohola, Bellcara Carnacon

Balla The Neal or Tooreen, Turlough Cross or Cong

Lahardane Achill Louisbourg, Mayo Abbey Garrymore

Claremorris Tourmakeady, Clare Island Aughamore

Carracastle or Belmullet, Bonnyconlon or Brackloon

Swinford Straid Mannula, Mullrany or Pontoon

Ballyhaunis or Kilkelly, or Foxford on the Moy

Right across the county, from Kilmovee to Ballycroy

In every part of Mayo, emigration has left its mark

We now stroll the plains of Africa, and the paths of Central Park

We have helped to change the landscape, and that’s the reason why

In every corner of the world, the Tri Colour flies high

We have a foothold in each country, right across the earth

Building roads and railways, in London Richmond Perth


For many years we’ve travelled, all over to find work

To Berlin and to Brussels, to Boston and New York

We Irish are all over, from Kabul to Singapore

To cities all around the world, there are many many more

And this gathering, it is sure to work, for I have little doubt

They will come back and enjoy themselves, and at the same time help us out

For I don’t know many Irish, that would ever turn their back

When there’s a chance to party, and have a bit of craic

But just one word of warning, don’t put us all to shame

We were christened rip off Ireland, and there’s a reason for that name

We all must learn from past mistakes, let’s prove we’re a new breed

A fair exchange for everything, do not be powered by greed

Then all sides will be happy, like the saying that is well known

We can sit back and enjoy ourselves, and kill two birds with one stone

So let’s all join together, and lend a helping hand

And welcome our lost Irish, back to the emerald land

Let’s throw a massive party, for family and for friends

And make the gathering a success, where everybody wins



Peter Costello


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