I have been in Australia for 34 years, orignally from Kilcock Co Kildare, Ireland.

I have been a presenter on Vox FM since 1991 and have been hosting A Touch of Blarney since 1998. I am more than happy to conduct interviews and take listener requests.

I can be contacted on decmar@exemail.com.au or call me at the station 4226 9393
(Monday 10am - 12 Midday)

A LAY OF KILCOCK

Pat Dunne
Was admittedly one
Who came form very old stock,
From where,
In the County Kildare,
Stands the famous old town of Kilcock.

A place
So devoid of all grace,
And wholly addicted to evil,
It was said,
Of the living and dead,
All save he had gone straight to the devil.

But he,
Never went on a spree,
And in virtue stood firm as a rock,
Alone,
He preserved a pure tone,
In that wicked old town of Kilcock.

At last,
To eternity passed,
From the troubles and sorrows of life,
Poor Pat,
Who left, just think of that,
Twelve children, and only one wife.

Well, well!
They tolled out his death-knell,
And things went on the same as before,
While he,
With all speed that might be,
Presented himself at Heaven’s door.

A knock
Brought a turn of the lock,
And the prince of the apostles came out.
“Pray who”,
Said Saint Peter, “ are you,
And what business have you come about?”

In troth,
For Saint Peter looked wroth,
Said poor Pat like a prisoner in dock,
“I came
Wid a pass, and my name
Is Pat Dunn, from the town of Kilcock.”

“Kilcock!”
Said the Saint, takin’ stock,
And he shook his head doubting the story-
Poor Dunn
Too soon thought he had won
His reward in the Kingdom of Glory.

“Kilcock!”
Said the sturdy Old Rock;
“There’s a town of that name in no nation.”
Says Pat,
“Sir, be aisy in that,
‘Tis a Midland Great Western Station.”

“I’ll look,”
Said the Saint, “in my book;”
And he turned back the key in the lock,
But there,
In the County Kildare,
Sure enough he discovered Kilcock!

“I see you’ve the better of me,
Tho’ I thought you were trying to mock;
Come in,”
Said the Saint with a grin,
You’re the first that’s come here from Kilcock.”