Whenever I lift an orange,
Ned Keenan comes to mind.
He could judge their sweetness,
Just by stripping off the rind.
‘A sour one won’t peel easy,’
He told me with a smile,
In the days he bossed the orange boats,
And we helped him stack the pile.
An explosion in McGurk’s Bar
Left him and others dead.
Whenever I peel an orange,
I always think of Ned.
From The Rose and the Blade by John Campbell
Ned Keenan was killed with his wife, Sarah, in McGurk’s Bar.