A bitter wind blew from Clara
On that historic Millstreet day
The people waited with bated breath
Wasn’t Daniel and Majella on the the way.
At last they came into view
In their handsome touring car
So many fans in downtown Millstreet
They had come from near and far.
Daniel saluted as he passed us by
He had a wave for little Fionn
On a cold Saint Patrick’s day in Millstreet
Daniel brought a welcome ray of sun.
He cheers us with his singing
He lifts us when we’re down
North Cork will never be the same
Since Daniel o’ Donnell was feted
In good old Millstreet town.
by David Leahy