With his wife Peg they raised their children at Claramore before moving to Murphy’s Terrace
The quiet man with few words to say
And sad to think that he is with the departed
With the dead of Millstreet he forever lay.
There was so much to like about in Paddy Healy
I knew him before he grew old and gray
He drunk many a pint of frothy dark porter
Without being aggressive or loud in any way.