Update: You know the way newspapers give away free CD’s? Well this post is especially for readers of the Sunday Tribune today – you are all welcome to the show. Thanks to Una.

Track 1 of Michael Lynn’s Greatest hits (my title for the CD which I’ve had in my CD player now for nearly a week) is a traditional Irish lyric written by Thom Moore. ‘My Cavan Girl’ was recorded during the mid 90’s by Lynn when he took time off from his solicitors practice and business interests to demonstrate his other talents (self funded in a recording studio and published and distributed to his friends and colleagues). Please note I don’t believe Lynn is anywhere near Cavan at the moment!

Today’s Sunday Business Post believes that Gardai have reported that Lynn has been in 6 countries since he went missing and that charges are currently being prepared in great detail against him for fraud. (allegations for fraud of a ‘systematic, premeditated, and calculated’ nature, not that this phrase is a surprise to Maman Poulet given the other information I’ve had for some months now.)

So for this Sunday’s listening I thought I’d print the lyrics so you can sing along as you listen (I know, I Know, no thanks needed!!)

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My Cavan Girl

As I walk the road from Killashandra weary I sit down
For it’s twelve long miles around the lake to get to Cavan Town
Lough Oughter and the road I go once seemed beyond compare
Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl so fair

The autumn shades are on the leaves, the trees will soon be bare
Each red gold leaf around me seems the colour of her hair
My gaze retreats to find my feet and once again I sigh
For the broken pools of sky reminds the color of her eyes

At the Cavan Cross each Sunday morning there she can be found
And she seems to have the eye of every boy in Cavan Town
If my luck will hold I’ll have the golden summer of her smile
And to break the hearts of Cavan men she’ll talk with me a while

So next Sunday evening finds me homeward Killashandra bound
To work the week till I return to court in Cavan Town
When asked if she would be my bride at least she’d not said no
So next Sunday morning rouse myself and back to her I’ll go.

If you are new to Michael’s music you might also wish to listen here, here and here.