THE GLIN FAIR
A fair is held in sweet Glin town
At the falling of each year
On the first of dark December,
When Christmas times are near,
Gay crowds of sporting people
To the town do gather in
To buy and sell, and drink as well
At the winter’s fair of Glin.
‘Tis there you’ll see the sporting boys,
The girls grand and gay
They gather in to sweet Glin Town
To have a sporting day.
Upstairs at Mary Regan’s tent
They will drink strong wine and gin,
And talk of future happiness
At the winter’s fair of Glin.
‘Tis there you’ll see the spendid cows,
Fine calves and breeding mares.
From the golden vein of Drumrisk
That land so rich and rare.
From Scart and Sandes’ mountain
Prize cattle do come in
And they all will wear their medals
At the winter’s fair of Glin.
‘Tis there you would see the sporting boys
Going out for exercise
With loaded butts and plants of ash
They break each other’s eyes
Cut heads and broken noses
The blood will freely swim
From Connell’s forge down to the quay
At the winter’s fair of Glin.
Those Drumrisk boys are men of science,
They have a record made;
I’m told by good authorities
They knocked out all the Fees
The Curlew with his gallant band
He then had to give in
And seek for police protection
At the winter’s fair of Glin.
They have a noble training school
In Drumrisk hill I’m sure,
For day and night in Drumrisk hill
The gloves they freely use,
They break wire lines knock down ash trees,
They damage bone and skin.
And no wonder they are boxers then
At the winter’s fair of Glin.
So now good bye to you old fair,
You’ve gone and passed away;
And as Christmas time is drawing near
I have one word to say
I wish a happy Christmas to all of you good men
And maidens fair beyond compare,
In that lovely town of Glin.
Composed about 15 years ago by-
John Mulvihill
Scart,
Glin,
Co. Limerick.
From: https://www.duchas.ie/