Poem to honour the illustrious name of our Kate the Navvy
A picture hangs in the Highlanes Gallery, Wherein stands a tall peddler woman near a well attired lady
Could you be Kate the Navy, I met in Drawda town
When I’d go fishing on the Boyne trying to make a crown?
We’d gather there on Ship Street where you used to live
And you’d sell us herbs and apples after ya workin’ in the mill!
Sure, you were a grafter! And you’d make the whole street sing!
With your stories and the laughter and sorts of everything! all
You’d drink the men under the table, Kate; none were your match at all -
Nor even your poor husband who from the viaduct did fall! But you were quick and didn’t miss a trick And ya took his job an’ all!
And if you’re that Kathleen McGeough, who came from Drawda town
It’s a city now – or soon should be...
‘And that’s whar’ it should be!’ Says you, ‘with Ship Street thrivin’ once more!
And the ghost of Kate the Navvy out hawkin’ at the door!’
Though that same portrait may be a fine work of art,
They say you thought it never portrayed your true heart;
And what might do you justice, Kate? Perhaps a monument on Ship Street? Now wouldn’s that be great!
By Margeurita Sampson June 2018