I first met Jer in 2001 when he was at a bit of a crossroads in his life and
looking for a bit of a break. I’d like to think that I gave him a little help
up and he didn’t let me down. He use to joke about having aspirations to
be like me. Needless to say he exceeded his aspirations. After working in
the oil sands near Forthills in west Canada for about five Years he
bought his own house in Wexford before heading off on another contract
somewhere in Netherlands. We stay in touch and meet up for a coffee and
a catch up in Joannes when he is in Wexford. My shout next Jer!

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The Traveller

Dedicated to my friend Jer

My name it is Jer Connors, a traveller I am
My ancestors were travellers that mended the tin can
Now people look down on me and call me hurtful names
Because I am a traveller and their blood flows in my veins

I was on the wrong side of the tracks when I was still quite young
But saw the error of my ways by the age of twenty one
With the Celtic tiger roaring I got my self a trade
Served my time as a block layer and thought I had it made

But the Celtic tiger died and I was on the dole
It’s like a terminal disease that eats at your very soul
I went back to education my leaving cert I did complete
For Jer Connors the traveller this was quite a feat

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I then went on to study at Waterford I.T.
And after four long years I got my B.S.C.
Now with my education around the world I’ll work and roam
And when my holidays come around I’ll head for my Wexford home

My name it is Jer Connors a traveller I am
My ancestors were travellers that mended the tin can
When people look down on me and call me a hurtful name
I’ll look them straight in the eye, for I know it is their shame.