Lock down in Fanore
between the green road and the shore
see the bus going by
with no one in side (empty bus!)
the air b&b is clean but empty
so i’m up wandering the bog
with finny my dog.

Lockdown in Fanore
the land that I adore
a great place to cocoon in April, May, and June
the burren is in bloom
and life will resume
the tourists will abound once a vaccine is found

Lockdown in Fanore
Mick and Mary run the store
and they keep us supplied with rashers and wine
across from O’Donohues, they’ll take good care of you
if you hand sanitize you’ll be welcome inside

Brother, look out for each other
Sister, I know that you miss her
but it’ll be alright
lockdown today
and soon we can play
music in Fanore once more


Lockdown in Fanore
schoolbooks all around the kitchen floor
children over the moon
parents can’t take much more
Tuesdays and Thursdays
lessons on zoom
searching for internet anywhere in the room.

Lockdown in Fanore
no need for teachers anymore
we’re enjoying this heatwave
in the sunshine we crave
but it’s all a bit scary as
parents do a great job
we might have to emigrate
to make a few bob.

Lock down in Fanore
theres a fox outside the door
the chicken’s gone mad
not to mention poor old Dad
Pakie's gone demented
to go outside he’s sorely tempted
and no seafaring for Ivan
to the islands of Aran

Lockdown in Fanore
with the Covid at the door
no pub, no grub, so sad!
no poker…it’s real bad.
John’s taken to the wine
and talking to bovine
just the Massey and her chassis are
all thats on his mind

Lockdown in Fanore
it’s a truth we can’t ignore
Leo and Simon have a grip
Boris and Donald jumped ship
For the Bonds it’s a bonus
the family’s come home to us
and Pakie across the way
gives us a wave every day

Lockdown in Fanore
from the rafters to the floor
the pub’s looking dim
just the wind blowing in
at least i won’t have to pay
for hot water today
and the pints will be flowing
when its all clear to open

Lockdown in Fanore
can’t say much, might say more
this dilapidated mind shuffles on vexed
bouncing by hares hinds
as primed canvases of sea and sky
mirror confusion brought nigh
Watching a gambling calf ambling by
and I fucking cry who knows why
tears running riot ruin the fissures diet
and leave an abyss, spreading out
for future myths to explode from
Loop back to the chlorine fiend
out standing in her field
and Calling it my kingdom
Planning raids on fortified bottle banks
Hitting the salt water hard
And giving thanks
for small mercies
And James Connolly

Lockdown in Fanore
isolation is a chore
so off to the shore we headed one day
over the Red Gate to
chance a dip in the bay
the water felt nice for
a minute or two

Lockdown in Fanore
since the pub closed its door
there’s a terrible thirst
in the village thats a first
if you're walking around
two kilometers bound
just to be seen
there's talk of a shebeen

Lockdown in Fanore
empty bottles on the floor
the house is mess
for they’re in every press
working here at home
I’ve put on the covid stone
and watching all the telly
has expanded my belly

Lockdown in Fanore
if it's a church your looking for
Father Richard’s gone online
and you can hear him anytime
without a choir the angels sing
a brighter world I hope they bring
that’s faith in confinement
Heaven take away the virus