9th October 2012
You may have heard of St. Brendan, a voyaging hero was he.
With his band of brothers in currachs, he set off on the wild rolling sea.
Through nine years of adventures and dangers, they kept rowing steadfastedly west,
Till they made it at last to America and they called it the Isle of the Blest.
Now Colm's adventures were different, when he started to travel afar,
With his band of Michael and Nigel he set off in his trusty white car.
They crossed over the sea on the ferry, with no danger to life or to limb,
By that lucky chance, he landed in France, and America made it to him.
He was working one night in the Oz pub, with customers wanting a jar,
When up Lindsay rocked and their eyes interlocked, and they knew they had each found their star.
From two ends of an ocean they chanced for to meet, as Bogart once likewise expressed:
Of all of the bars in all of the world ...and well, you all know the rest.
Cut a long story short and fast forward, we're gathered together today,
Good thoughts come from here and across many miles as you gladly set out on your way.
By Erika's authority united we stand, and we join in with her to appoint ye
As Mr and Mrs, with very good wishes we raise up a glass and say Sláinte!
Frances O'Keeffe
