Lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh
Chorus
He was known all over Ireland, everywhere he went.
His name it was Mick Donohue, but they called him Mick the Tent.
If you wanted a marquee for hire, there was no better man.
Sure he travelled all of Ireland, in his little Hi-Ace van.
He started running dances in the hall in Garryhill.
And every night a biscuit tin with money he would fill.
He saved up all the shillings and bought his first marquee.
The showbands there up on the stage, they were a sight to see.
The marquees then were all the go, there were dances everywhere.
At all the fairs and festivals, sure Mick you’d find him there.
He worked from early morning, late into the night.
Always making sure that every job was finished right.
He always kept the best of tents, most of them brand new.
For all kinds of occasions and for every kind of do.
At the National Ploughing Championships and other big events.
Mick the man from Garryhill, would supply all the tents.
On the day that Mick he died, up to Heaven now he went.
St. Peter opened up the gates, says he ‘’yer welcome Mike the Tent’’.
Says Mick, ’’ I’m glad to meet you Boss’’, then with a great big grin.
“If I was to live me life once more, I’d Do The Same Again.”
“Is’ent that Right Johnny?”
“That’s right, that’s the truth”
And the song he used to always sing was Phil the Fluthers Ball.
“Is’ent that Right Johnny?”
“That’s right, that’s the truth”
And the song he used to always sing was Phil the Fluthers Ball.