Working my way along the threads to say thanks you, Martin, once more, for the corrections. Corrected version follows.

Wolfgang

BOATMAN OF LOUGH KEY

In the cold and silent churchyard, in a place called Ballindoone,
there sleeps a famous boatman in a cold and silent tomb.
He's missed by all his many friends at home and overseas
and he's missed by all the children, the boatman of Lough Key.

On many a summer's evening and Sunday afternoon,
Jim Flynn he sailed his pleasure boat along the shores of the Doon,
where crowds of tourists line the pier all anxious for to see
the many lovely islands in the waters of Lough Key.

They proudly stepped on board with Jim and feel no hurt or harm,
they know he was a sailor bold and weathered many a storm.
He take 'em 'round the islands and McDermott's castle too
and he tell 'em all the legends as only he could do.

Next came the shores of Rockingham and its lovely trees and lawns,
he tell the tragic story of the charming Una Bawn
and take them to her resting place where she sleeps beneath the clay,
where the wild birds sing a requiem until the judgement day.

Jim was a great historian his likes was hard to find,
when asked for his opinion he would quickly speak his mind.
'Twas good to hear him tell the tales of Ireland long ago
that he heard from all the old folk 'round his native Carrigeenroe.

Now the summer sun it shines once more and the tourists line the shore,
their little boats swim o'er the waves, but Jim he is no more.
The angels came and called him home for all eternity,
for the Lord has found a better place for the boatman of Lough Key.