The Doc — In Memory, Liamie Doherty

The Doc — In Memory, Liamie Doherty

The bell tolled at St. Nicholas’ The whole town heaved its sigh For the passing of the singer They never thought would die. A part of town, a fixture, With the river’s voice he sang, O Sweet Bird, Liamie Doherty, For whom that sad bell rang.

I meet you at the Carraig, Or walking down Bridge Street; The soft words and the handshake With which you used to greet. And the fag that glowed till ashen, And the song bright in your heart: The music of your people, Of which you were a part.

Chorus They come, they go, they leave their mark, They brighten every heart. They give their lives to fun and joy — Their soul to every part. Their shadows stay upon the stage, Loved, remembered yet, Those Troubadours who lit our lives We never will forget!

If there’s a choir of Angels? If there’s a part to play? They’ll call for Liamie Doherty And Doc will steal the day. It’s you will sing the sweetest, The notes so pure and true And all the Angel singers Will tip their wings to you.

Chorus They come, they go, they leave their mark, They brighten every heart. They give their lives to fun and joy — Their soul to every part. Their shadows stay upon the stage, Loved, remembered yet; Those Troubadours who lit our lives We never will forget!

— © Frank Callery, Saturday, 7th January, 2017.