The Pecker's Daughter
Air: Sullivan’s John
By Mattie Lennon
Oh, Sarah Jane Dunne, ‘though she hadn’t won, on the nineteenth day
This talented lass, from the Traveller class, was neither aloof or
"Tinkers daughter", you’d hear, amid debt-ridden fear in that place
that’s called Dublin-four
She never felt shame but carried the name, as the Pecker had done before.
To the final she went, then felt quite content when her rival Miss Cork
took the crown
All set to advance, with a positive stance Sarah didn’t see cause for
If one doesn’t stop, till they get to the top there’s always a price
to be paid
Like Kipling she knows, no matter how the wind blows, there’s no failure
just triumph delayed.
From the time she was small it was clear to us all, she was on the road
At a match or a fair in Cork, Kerry or Clare to busk with her father
Unlike Sullivan’s John, from the road she’s gone but the globe she
plans to roam.
She’ll model and teach and great heights she’ll reach; the world is
now her home.
She has got this far and her rising star will continue to ascend.
With new points now scored and critics ignored begrudgery she’ll transcend
And you can be sure that her Godfather, Moore, will pen her a song
bye and bye
As the Pecker sings proud, on his Heavenly cloud, a new Tinker’s Lullaby.