12/01/2026
Community Historian Brendan Matthews. “The C**k of Gormanston”. Article on the right regarding a Planning Application for an extension to the former and renowned C**k Tavern Public House in Gormanston ; this particular planning application which was made back in the month of January in 1990; 36-years-ago this very month. The photo on the left, taken by Brendan Matthews in the spring of 2025 depicting the same old, but now closed up and delapidated, C**k Tavern Pub. The following is an extract taken from the very lengthy Poem titled “The C**k of Gormanstown” which was written in the early years of the 20th century.
I`am a simple Carter and I`m always on the road
My destination Drogheda either with or for my load
I stop to take refreshments every morning going down
In that place of peace and plenty called the C**k of Gormanstown.
"When I enter in this tavern I greet, "Good morning boys"
The worthy 'P***y Rooney is the first to meet my eyes
And he seated on the `furrum' as he lowers the porter down
A regular brewery advertisement for the C**k of Gormanstown.
Beside this drinker seated on a `Casey-Connolly` barrel
Sits that fluent gifted speaker known as `Abbela McArdle
And he stating Erin`s sufferings since the cruel British Crown
Had its name engraved on Erin and the C**k of Gormanstown.
At my elbow near the window stands a lad called Lanky Dan
And the dark-eyed Spaniard `Hammey` with the drunkard T. Kinnane
I knew they wanted liquor for they never bought a round
From the time that I did enter in the C**k of Gormanstown.
There is one I nigh forgot him though I bear him no regard
He`s that famous stocking hosier known as John George Appleyard
His terrific oaths and language would hell`s arches tumble down
He`d mesmerise the devil in the C**k of Gormanstown.
There Tom Caffrey and the `Skinim` with John Tynan “Bye-the bye`
They were seated on the `furrum` and the matter did enjoy
But at last they grew uneasy and they wore a rueful frown
For their pints were getting empty in the C**k of Gormanstown.
“So I ordered beauteous Lena for to get them all a gill
And with some rare agility this maid began to fill
I slapped out on the counter a ready new half crown
For which I was applauded in the C**k of Gormanstown”