In the month of November, on a cold, stormy day, I left my old home and to town made myway.I met with a young man on the road I did go, and he told me the news of the death of JohnJoe.John Joe Reilly has left us behind.He was called by the Lord to his faithful and kind.He's brought him to heaven, that proud land to show, that true son of Repney was the gallantJohn Joe.Brave Flannel Reilly, proud is your name.You've reared many sons of great honor and fame, but not even the princes of long, longago could compare with our sportsman, the gallant John Joe.His record's a proud one without blemish or stain, from he played his first football withfame, corn of fame, till he's laid in his comb grave where the wildflowers grow.That true son of Repney was the gallant John Joe.He led Cavern to victory on that memorable day, in the final against Kerry in New Yorkfar away.The next year in Crow Park when our boys beat Mayo, once again they were led by the gallantJohn Joe.In each corner of Repney there's sorrow and pain, such a true-hearted sportsman we ne'ersee again.New players may come and old players may go, but we ne'er have another like the gallantJohn Joe.New players may come and old players may go, but we ne'er have another like the gallantJohn Joe.