Once in the
United States, Nellie Farrell worked and saved money
to send home to
her family and to return to Ireland to visit
a few times.
On one of those trips she met a young man,
Paddy Daly of
Dungarvin, County Waterford, Ireland
who was also
returning to visit his parents.
This story is
dedicated to the loving memory of
Patrick Eugene
Daly,
known to his
friends and family as
Paddy Daly of
Dungarvin
and to his
grandchildren
as
"MOREDADDY"
"PADDY
DALY OF DUNGARVIN"
Paddy Daly of
Dungarvin left his home in Waterford
He kissed his
Da and Mother 'tho the keening tears were poured.
Paddy Daly of
Dungarvin sailed off to America
to work upon
the railroad trains of Pennsylvania.
Dungarvin to
Altoona an entire world away
He left midst
tears and keening saying he'd return one day.
He'd work the
rail road trains, he said, and earn his daily pay,
then back to
Ireland he would come on one fine happy day!
Dungarvin to
Altoona three thousand miles apart
Paddy Daly left
his family but he brought them in his heart
Well, he worked
upon the railroad trains with many another man,
then sailed
back home to Waterford; to visit was his plan.
Now on the ship
young Paddy set his eyes on a colleen.
He knew young
Nellie Farrell was the finest he had seen!
They visited
their families, spending time in Ireland,
in Waterford
and Longford, returning, as they'd planned.
But Paddy kept
his Nellie in his mind and in his heart.
In Ireland and
America they lived so far apart.
She in New York
City while Paddy worked the rail,
they visited
and wrote, each one, so their love would not fail.
Then Nellie
Farrell took his name becoming Paddy's wife
and moved to
Pennsylvania to begin their married life.
But Paddy never
lost his dream of going home one day
to Waterford,
to Ireland. Oh, every night he'd pray!
So when they
lost their first born child he mourned so deep and long
that he and
Nellie packed their bags to go where they'd belong.
They lived a
year in Waterford beginning life anew
and stayed 'til
Nellie was with child. She knew what they must do.
She didn't want
to raise a child in Ireland in their day.
Poverty and
England ruled and she refused to stay.
She knew that
Paddy loved his home, so was it really fair?
The year was
1913 and war was in the air.
Paddy love to
read and write and speak his Gaelic tongue
and men like
Paddy knew too well that England's day was done.
So, Pat and
Nellie said goodbye to family once again
and returned to
America across the wide ocean.
Paddy Daly and
his Nellie and the children that she bore
(two pretty
girls, two handsome boys). Oh, how they loved all four!
On the streets
of New York City as he worked the trolly cars,
providing for
his family, he dreamed of "plough and stars."
He kept in
touch with Ireland through his sister and his brother.
Then a letter
came that broke his heart, the death of his dear mother.
The years flew
by so quickly; Pat and Nellie both grew old.
Their sons - a
cop and fireman, in New York Irish mold!
Their children
all were married, with grandchildren they were blest
and when God
called Paddy home again they laid him down to rest.
His body in
America, his heart stayed with his clan
but those who
loved him all knew that - his soul went to Ireland!
Copyright 1995
Cáit Finnegan
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