Cathy Met Charlie
Cathy
I’ve met a lovely boy called Charlie // Some people call him Chas
Brown curly hair and ever so strong // he lives on the opposite stairs
Ellen, Cathy's mother
So you’ve met a lovely boy called Charlie // I think I know who you mean
So be a good girl and watch yourself // you’re still only seventeen
Cathy
One day we want to get married // but we don’t know where we will live
Every day there’s less and less room // we’ve only got love to give
Ellen
Well you know what we’ve always told you // don’t get in the family way
You can still love this boy called Charlie // leave the rest for another day
Narrator
Now Charlie and Cathy got married // in the church on Saffron Hill
Now with the good Lord’s blessing // love can be fulfilled
But it was a cold October day // when their little boy was born
He struggled for life for less than a week // and all they can do is mourn
Cathy’s father
They wrote he died of exhaustion // you can imagine what that might mean
In a crowded room who can live // Did he even manage a scream
Cathy and Charlie
We named him after his grandpa // who’d brought us all over from Cork
Baptised in the name of the Father // a life so terribly short
©Richard Rhys O’Brien July 2015