Con Harrington Poem by Francis Duggan

Con Harrington was a boy I went to school with and together we played underage football
For many years we were in the same class-room and he is one I always will recall
He was well liked by those who got to know him of sturdy build just under six foot tall
And sad to think he has gone to the reaper the reaper who will one day claim us all,
Con Harrington had one older brother Matty they lived in Cloghoula close to Millstreet Town
He was at most in his very early sixties when ill health it so cruelly struck him down
From Millstreet he went to live in Killarney he is one that I had not seen for years
He was a decent person I remember and one who was worthy of parting tears,
Con Harrington had his happy and his sad times and he was one who had in him so much good
As success goes he was indeed successful and he would only help you if he could
He will never more be seen around Cloghoula in that green place where he lived as a boy
Though he did not live on for to reach a great age he did love life and life he did enjoy,
Con Harrington is now with the departed of years he would at most be the three score
A likeable and a kind hearted fellow and may he rest at peace forever more.