Johnnie Fox's

They all came a calling
At the crossroads of Glencullen
Where the boys bunked off Sunday mass
Eddie was the barman
Preacher, singer, showman
At Fox’s Chapel of the Sunday lash
No, tomorrow to fear
It’s not welcome up here
In the highest part of the town
But the garda won’t mind
Because it’s  a hard place to find
At  Fox’s Chapel of the Sunday lash
Eddie’s shouts of last call
Brought moans from them all
As tomorrow reared its ugly head
Then they all left a falling
At the crossroads of Glencullen
From Fox’s Chapel of the Sunday lash