Comment posted A Wren for a Wren at 70th anniversary of Gertrude Canning’s murder by tommycanningireland.
A poem specially written by Joe Canning for the occasion.
Listen to me one and all ,and a tale I’ll tell to you,
of a bonny, bonny,Irish lass in the year of ’42.
Away she went to exile,to build a better life.
With dreams of, husband, children.To someday become a wife.
The world would be her oyster,as friends she made each day,
But,clouds of war would call her,and slow her on her way.
“Join the WRENS,and free a man,to fight in battles far”,
The posters on the wall would say,and so she went to war.
She would serve in Inveraray,see the beauty of Loch Fyne,
To presidents,Kings and leaders,she would serve the finest wines.
But,Ireland was never far,and letters she would send,
“Just can’t wait to see you all, to be back home again.
But alas,’midst highland beauty,in the splendour of Argyll,
A cruel and evil devil,would steal that Irish smile.
She is gone but not forgotten,laid to rest at home,
With a loving father,sister,and beside her loving mum.
The bonny lass from Donegal, the girl who hoped to marry,
Will always have a special place,in lovely INVERARAY
In memory of Gertrude Canning,Birdstown,Ballindrait,Lifford,Co. Donegal.
Died June 30th 1942, Craighdu wood,Inveraray Scotland…..R.I. P.
tommycanningireland also commented
- Thanks to all involved without whos help it wouldnt have been possible,i wont name names you all know who you are and for that i will be forever grateful.Tears of sadness were shared ,no doubt about that and when the cermonials were over i can truthfully tell you we had another FAMOUS Canning party in the Argylle Hotel tae the “wee small hours of the mornin”.
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