The Ballad Of “willie, Bar The Door.” Poem by Liam ó Comáin

In the town of Limavady,
I would have you all to know,
William Cummings he was born
A true son of the Roe.

And in that lovely valley
Near to Benevenagh’s feet,
“Willie, bar the door” gave
Many a soccer treat…

For roared on by his public
Throughout the fair north west
This humble Irish sportsman
Put others to the test.

And sure ‘twas in his lifetime
A legend he became
One of the best defenders
In the skilful soccer game.

And many were his exploits-
Oh! far too many to relate!
For on and off the field of soccer
To serve others was his fate.

Alas, William now has left us
But his memory still lives on,
In the hearts of those who knew him
And who loved him as their own.

And sure whenever soccer’s played,
In public park or moor,
We of his generation
Will remember “Bar the door”.