An Bac Laidhre
A long long long long time ago,
Not far from here, just down the road,
There lived a giant who was 40 foot tall,
He threw rocks like basketballs,
His body was bent and his back had a hunch,
He ate fish from the river every day for his lunch,
The big man of Broadford, he ruled East Clare,
If he lost his temper, you best beware.
He was always quiet, he didn't say much,
He walked with a limp and needed a crutch,
One look at the giant would make a man shiver,
He even changed the flow of the Shannon river,
His mum was a witch called the Pitathailbui,
His favourite past-time was pulling up trees,
He threw them in the air to build up his strength,
and followed those trees wherever they went.
A Kerry Giant who was up to no good,
he had started causing trouble in the Cratloe Woods,
So Bac got angry, a scary sight,
He challenged the Kerry man in a deadly fight.
But the Pithathailbui had another idea,
They would both throw rocks from Buan an Binne.
They agreed to that and set the date,
Bac started training every day at the lake.
The big day came and Bac was ready,
He picked his rock, his legs were steady,
The rock went up and the rock came down,
It landed somewhere on the Cratloe ground,
The Kerry giant had a look of worry,
He threw his rock in an awful hurry,
It didn’t go far so the challenge was completed,
Big Bac’s strength would never be defeated
We live in a village, not quite a town,
The people are sound, and never wear frowns.
When Charles was in charge, our village was formed,
In legends and stories, Broadford was born.
The village is special, shrouded in mystery,
We learn from our past through folklore and history.
There's a passion for hurling, we all love sport,
If our team's in the finals, we come and support.
We know all our neighbours within the community,
We treat other right with every opportunity.
In the Amber Valley, you can find our school,
East of the Bridge and west of Killaloe,
A place for learning, a place for fun,
A place to make friends since 1951.
We work together to do well in class,
We build our own future when we learn from the past.
There's plenty of places to relax and chill,
You can see all around from the 12 O'Clock Hills,
You might find treasure if you're really brave,
and have courage to explore inside Dane's Cave,
One thing I don't want next to me,
Its the yellow haired lady, the pithathailbui.
She was a bit of a witch, a bit of a snake,
People made her live on an island in the lake,
Some say she's fake and some say she's real,
You can visit her stone in the Drummin field.
But a pinch of salt is a big requirement,
These are legends of the local environment. `
There's one more thing that we can't ignore,
and thats all the food in the Country Store,
So don't drive fast, you don't want to miss it,
Our village is the best, you're welcome to visit.