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Gallant John Joe - Ian Corrigan
In the month of November
On a cold stormy day
I left my old home and
To town made my way
I met with a young man
On the road I did go
And he told me the news
Of the death of John Joe
John Joe O'Reilly
Has left us behind
He was called by the Lord
To his faithful and kind
He brought him to Heaven
That proud land to show
A true son of Breffni
Is the gallant John Joe
Brave clann O'Reilly
Proud is your name
You've reared many sons
Of great honour and fame
But not even the princes of long
Long ago
Could compare with our sportsman
The Gallant John Joe
His record's a proud one
Without blemish or stain
From he played his first
Football with famed Cornafean
Till he's laid in his cold grave
Where the wild flowers grow
A true son of Breffni
Is the gallant John Joe
He led Cavan to victory
On that memorable day
In the final against Kerry
In New York far away
The next year in Croke Park
When our boys beat Mayo
Once again they were led
By the gallant John Joe
In each corner of Breifne
There's sorrow and pain
Such a true-hearted sportsman
We'll ne'er see again
New players may come
And old players may go
But we'll ne'er have another
Like the gallant John Joe
New players may come
And old players may go
But we'll ne'er have another
Like the gallant John Joe
