Terry Wogan/Gods Right Hand Man 31st January 2016
Terry was a true gentleman of integrity and wit
His usual kind of sign off was he’d be back again forthwith
And his joking was of a family kind that always made you smile
He had that gentle nature that amused you all the while
In conversation his enticement could open up all doors
A loveable Irishman from Limerick no stranger to foreign shores
And his velvet voice became a legend when he hosted on radio 2
His charisma sailed across the air for all those years to you
And for those children that are in need, our Terry was always there
With Pudsey the Bear by his side his hosting skills were rare
For he coaxed all of his viewers to support and donate their cash
And he did it with a magic touch and some loveable panache
We’ll miss our Terry shining through in his charismatic way
And pray the lord is interviewing him with the hope he’ll stay
For heaven is for stars like him who cross the great divide
And he’ll be an asset greeting us sitting by the Lord Gods side
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To all Terry’s family and friends may we express our deepest sympathy.
Terry was the most lovable presenter and broadcaster that we’ve known over the years and because of this all his followers of old geezers (as Terry called us) will miss him greatly.
Our loss is now heavens gain.
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High Tide to Dublin 31st January 2016 by/Tony Gorman
Those chimneys of Ringsend with their colours of red and white
Greet the ships sailing into Dublin Quay by daytime and by night
Bringing back long lost friends from countries far and near
Reminding them there will always be a welcome over here
And as the people disembark, their friends greet them with a smile
Happy they’ve come to visit, be it only for a while
Telling them of all the changes since the last time they were here
And how the prices are sky high for the Guinness and the beer
And how the closure of Cleary’s is a loss to everyone
Another like the Metropole to join the past and gone
For old Dublin has been changing over all the past gone years
But in life the new replaces old regardless of fears and tears
But yet the Irish humour carries on without a fail
It’s encrypted in our minds and well indented just like braille
For our souls are green as shamrock and our hearts are filled with love
And our ladies gifted to us from that gentleman above
And our trips from across the waters as the ship docks on the quay
Bring back the thoughts of Dublin and how it used to be
With its air of Molly Malone as you walk along Moor Street
With the dealers and the banter to all the customers they greet
And review the current style as you walk up Grafton Street
And the street artists with their shows giving us all a little treat
And at night we’ll join all our friends in a pub in Temple Bar
For there’s nothing we like better than a good chat and a jar
And when our visit’s over we’ll sail out from Dublin quay
And as we past those historic chimneys standing proud for all to see
We’ll take these memories with us until we return once more
When our Ferry docks again along Old Dublin’s quayside shore
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Thanks Tony!!!
Sir Terry was a professional Irishman in England because that’s where his bread was buttered.
A man of integrity would not have accepted an English title whilst his native country was occupied by the same political state that conferred it on him!