Dick Fitzgerald, of Killarney,

who died 26^th Sept., 1930.

Over Loch Lein, where the sad moon pales,

Rises a caoine for a chief of the gaels,

A leader gone from the fighting line-

A scion true from the Geraldine!

Through the mist of years his name will gleam,

When he blazed the trail with his Kerry Team

And brought to the “Kingdom” name and fame

In the greatest tests of the Gaelic game;

Kildare and Wexford and Louth can tell

Of his deeds, and now his requiem swell,

And tribute pay to a gallant foe,

Who played the game as we Gaels know.

And when Ireland called when the fight was thick,

She called not in vein to our old friend Dick;

For he came with the boys who were never slack,

Who were led by Ashe and Austin Stack,

And he did his time on the cold plank bed,

When all thought Ireland’s cause was dead.

And now he’s gone from the field of fame,

But thousands still shall speak his name,

And tell of his deeds on the Gaelic field,

For the Irish crown and the Railway Shield.

And whilst the Gaels the old games play,

And Kerry still may hold the sway,

We’ll speak of him as a pioneer

Of the cause and the games we all hold dear,

And many a prayer will arise, I ween,

From the Gaels who knew and loved “Dickeen.”

        - SLIABH . RUADH

Taken from the programme for the official opening on May 31, 1936.