In the month of November, on a cold, stormy day, I left my old home and to town made my
way.
I met with a young man on the road I did go, and he told me the news of the death of John
Joe.
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 gallant
John 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, long
ago 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 with
fame, 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 York
far away.
The next year in Crow Park when our boys beat Mayo, once again they were led by the gallant
John Joe.
In each corner of Repney there's sorrow and pain, such a true-hearted sportsman we ne'er
see again.
New players may come and old players may go, but we ne'er have another like the gallant
John Joe.
New players may come and old players may go, but we ne'er have another like the gallant
John Joe.