Mick Cooley Poem by Francis Duggan

Mick Cooley was a wise and clever fellow
He never put another person down
He was a son of Jim Cooley the blacksmith
Who had a blacksmith forge in Millstreet Town.

Mick Cooley had two brothers Den and Jacky
They lived their lives in close proximity
Familiar faces in and around Millstreet
They were a very close knit family.

They lived their lives in Millstreet Town the Cooley brothers
And Mick owned a public house on the Main Street
I still recall a quiet and gentle fellow
As nice a man as you might wish to meet.

I don't know where the nickname 'Cooley' came from
Though I know it belong to a famous clan
He seldom was referred to by his real name
Few ever called him Michael Sullivan.

The old faces of old Millstreet and Duhallow
In memory live beyond the graves of death
And Mick Cooley with the warm and cheerful greeting
Is someone that I never could forget.

Mick Cooley he is gone to the grim reaper
But in memory he lives on in Millstreet Town
He was a quiet and unassuming fellow
And he never put another person down.