Songs about Effin


Many places have had songs and poetry written about them, many are exiles who have left their native home and the various townlands and places of interest. there has been a lot of Poetry written by Poets from Effin,  Brother Stephen Russell, Thomas Power, Rambling Tady or Tom Hannon.  I will deal with the poetry in another article.

I have been looking for some songs about Effin,  during my research I have come accross a few which you can read about below.

The most popular song below which is still sung about at some sessions is called Old Effin Far Away.


(not sure who wrote this song,  Brother Stephen Russell or Thomas Power)Sung to the Air of Golden Jubilee)

Oh I’m sitting and I’m dreaming in this mighty London town
I’m murdered by the traffic as it passes up and down
But o’er all a tiny echo deeps calling night and day
It’s the lifting breeze in the waving trees in old Effin far Away


Its there folks are kindly it’s there’s a welcome grand
From the neighbours all both big and small
In that green and happy land
There’s a seat by every fireside there’s flowing mugs of Tay
And a Cead Mile Failte in old Effin far Away

I can see again Ardpatrick it’s hillside fresh and green
And the ruined chapel where St Patrick once had been
And sure his prayers were answered on that dim and distant day
It’s given us a Bishop now old Effin far away.

Repeat chorus

Oh God be with you Thomastown where once I saw the light
In that old thatched homestead one snowy Christmas night
And the Castle of Mount Blakeney relic of splendid days
When lords and ladies dallied in old Effin far away

Repeat chorus

Empurpled Ballyhoura lords out o’er Ballymac
There I cut the turf when times were though I’ve still got an aching back
And in Killquane there sleeps a man whose heart was light and gay,
God rest you rambling Thady in old Effin far away

Repeat chorus

May your parish guild with grace be filled so prayed your late PP
May all your teams be good and clean from strife may you be free
May your two priests by grace increase be your anchor and your stay
Be true to God and your native sod in old Effin far away.

An Effin Man

by late Garry McMahon

Garry McMahon (1937–2008) was an Irish sportsperson. He played Gaelic football with his local club Listowel Emmets and was a member of the Kerry senior inter-county team from the 1958 until 1962. McMahon holds the record for scoring the fastest goal ever in an All-Ireland final.[1]) He was also a practising solicitor in Newcastlewest, but he wrote many songs and ballads and one was called An Effin Man,

Listen to the song sung by Garry MaMahon 

Lyrics to

Dan O’ Connell was born in Kerry, De Valera saw light in New York,
And the bold Christy Ring, the great hurling king,
was from Cloyne in the County of Cork
But list’ while I tell of my birth place and where my life first began,
It’s outside of the town of Kilmallock now for I am an Effin man.


It’s a wonderful place as I am sure you will find,
And if you can’t see that your just Effin blind,
I’ll live till I’ll die and I’ll sing while I can,
And be proud to say here’s one Effin man.

Our own Limerick hurlers were playing the rebels from Cork by the Lee,
Two points in arrears and the fans close to tears,
when the ref gives a penalty,
As a youth strong and tall he stepped up to ball,
a voice it rang out from the stand
Go back to your place and don’t dare show your face
leave that to an Effin man.


My wife is a beautiful lady and a former Rose of Tralee,
She had suitors galore who flocked to her door from Frisco to Fethard-on-Sea,
But she never looked in their direction,
she just gave them the back of her hand
And  here’s what she said ‘are ye out of yeer head I want  an Effin man


So now we are blessed with four children, three girls and a fine strapping boy,
the pride of their mother and father and forever the source of our joy,
hope that the lad, he takes after his Dad,
and I tell him let this be your plan,
Stay out from the crowd and shout it out loud,
I’ll be always my own Effin man!


NOTE: These lyrics were handed to me by Owen McMahon, (Garrys Brother) when he heard I was from Effin as I was attending the Rambling House in The Ramble Inn in Abbeyfeale in 2016.   

Recently after the Facebook incident there were two songs written about Effin and the Facebook Battle

An Effin Song

Listen to the song sung by Sean Kelly

The Effin Song  written by Sean Kelly, Australia. 

There’s a little town in Limerick
And Effin is it’s name
We’ve all been banned from Facebook
And that’s an Effin shame
They say that we’re offensive
But when all is done and said
We can’t help that we were Effin born
Or we were Effin bred


But I’m proud to come from Effin
And let me tell you why
I walk down the Effin high street
With my Effin head held high
There’s one thing you’re forgettin’
Although it may be true
Sure everyone in Ireland
Well they came from Effin too!

You can come from Termonfeckin
And they don’t mind at all
Or Cockstown down in Wexford
Or Muff in Donegal
There’s Hackballscross in county Louth
Or Nobber up in Meath
But if you come from Effin
Well Facebook won’t be pleased


So if you come to Ireland
Be sure to make a call
To the little town called Effin
We’ll have an Effin ball
We’ll meet you in the Effin pub
And drink your Effin health
And if you don’t believe me
Why not try Effin yourself


But I’m proud to come from Effin
And let me tell you why
I walk down the Effin high street
With my Effin head held high
There’s one thing you’re forgettin’
Although it may be true
Sure everyone in Ireland
Well they came from Effin too!
Sure there’s no one here in Ireland
Who didn’t come from Effin too!

Effin Bachelor

by Cormac MacConnell  listen to it Click Here

(Cormac is also the oldest of the McConnell family from Co. Fermanagh. He is a journalist, broadcaster author and songwriter and resides in Co Clare)

Air of Westmeath Bachelor

I am an Effin bachelor my age is thirty-three.
There is no limerick farmer that’s half as proud as me,
For we downed the bloody Facebook and forced them to retract,
They bowed the knee to Ann Marie and that’s an Effin fact.


They thought to wipe us off the map but now they surely know,
We’ve the Ballyhoura spirit from good Saint Effin long ago,
He endowed us with six holy wells with cures for ailing sight,
And with the certain knowledge that we’re always Effin right!

 Here’s good health to Marie Kennedy who won against the odds,
And taught those Facebook bosses they are only bloody cads,
And good health to all that aided her as she battled day and night
And proved when all was said and done we’re always Effin right!

I’m ready now to settle down after many Effin days,
After winning hurling titles with the noble Quaids and Reas,
Is there any lovely lass out there with romance in her head,
That would settle here in Gortnacrank and share my Effin bed?

We could dance in Canon Hayes’s hall, eat good strong Effin cheese,
And wear new Effin tee-shirts reaching almost to our knees,
Drink tea from stout new elfin mugs beside Our Lady’s Well,
Beneath the Ballyhouras and let Facebook go to hell.

All you who visit Limerick will still find Effin on the road,
Thanks to the gallant Ann Marie who is now free of her load,
Stop off and spend some time with us and join the merry throng,
And I’ll don my Effin tee-shirt and even sing my Effin song!

So if there is any budding young songwriters out there that has written a new song about Effin please share it.

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