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The Puddler Poet Michael McGovern, the “Puddler Poet” immigrated to the United States from Castlerea, Roscommon, Ireland, in 1848 at the height of the Famine crisis. Like many refugees, McGovern first immigrated to London, and there he met and married Anne Murphy. They eventually came to Youngstown where McGovern found work as a puddler in the rolling mills. Puddlers were highly skilled iron workers who labored in heat and smoke and stirred molten iron which was then shaped and rolled into ingots. While McGovern stirred the iron, he also stirred his thoughts and impression, gathering the words to be molded into the poetry for which he is best remembered. As the McGovern family settled into permanent life in the Mahoning Valley, his poems became numerous. McGovern wrote about the mills, the laborers, Ireland, love and the injustices imposed upon the working class. His writings appeared in many newspapers and Irish-American periodicals. His book of poetry, Labor Lyrics, appeared in 1899 and received acclaim through the United States.
We meet today to sympathize With Homestead men who seek redress; To soothe with hope the widow’s cries And aid them in their sore distress; To join in saying, that as sure As reigns a supreme judge on high, Who sees what men who toil endure, The cause of labor shall not die.
It was not Washington’s intent, Whose patriot soldiers overthrew Oppression that these states were meant As Eldorados for the few. Their fight is ours again today, Their wrongs and ours the same imply, And in those patriots’ names we say The cause of labor shall not die.
Send forth the words on spirit wings That wealth no longer shall maintain In this free land its petty kings, With armed thugs to guard their reign. With justice in this noble fight Wealth’s private armies we defy; With votes as weapons wielded right, The cause of labor shall not die.
April 3, 1933: Michael McGovern, “puddler poet” and philosopher, self-taught artist and musician, dies of a heart attack at 85 at his home, 376 Grace St. His work was known to iron workers throughout the country.