A large part of Seán Tyrrell's output consists of poems set to music, including Paul Durcan's 'Making love outside Áras an Uachtaráin'. When I was a boy, myself and my girl Used bicycle up to the Phoenix Park; Outside the gates we used lie in the grass Making love outside Áras an Uachtaráin. Often I wondered what de Valera would have thought Inside in his ivory tower If he knew that we were in his green, green grass Making love outside Áras an Uachtaráin. Because the odd thing was – oh how odd it was – We both revered Irish patriots And we dreamed our dreams of a green, green flag Making love outside Áras an Uachtaráin. But even had our names been Diarmaid and Gráinne We doubted de Valera's approval For a poet's son and a judge's daughter Making love outside Áras an Uachtaráin. I see him now in the heat-haze of the day Blindly stalking us down; And, levelling an ancient rifle, he says, "Stop Making love outside Áras an Uachtaráin"
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