About Rathbanna

With over 120 years' experience, Rathbanna specialise in high quality metal manufacturing.

We work in all aspects of architectural metalwork and supply to retail, commercial and private sectors. You can find our work all over the UK, Ireland and Europe in Hotels, Bars, Restaurants, Department stores and private residential areas.

Working alongside Architects, Interior designers and private clients we aim to make visions reality. From the design to the end product we deliver superior quality. Our skilled team of crafts men are experienced in traditional and the latest modern metal manufacturing techniques.


The company was established in 1895 where James O'Neill, a Tin Smith by trade made, pots, pans and canisters for a living along with his sons.

His son Edward took over the business in the 1950s and introduced a wide range of products including metal kitchen canopies, gift art, sculptures and fireplace hoods. The openness to adapt to modern trends lead the business to expand supply to Ireland, wider UK and parts of Europe. It was quickly noticed that architecture was becoming more popular. Eddie with old press.

You can read the below poem about Edward, who passed away in 2017

In the 1990s Edward's son Paul (Current Director) took over the rains. With industrial change bespoke canopies and fireplace hoods and gift art demand began to decease, Paul responded by investigating other markets like architecture and design. This move proved successful as Rathbanna thrives on providing superior metalwork made to order.

Currently Rathbanna employs a dedicated team of craftsmen which includes Paul's two sons, James & Owen. James works in sales and estimating while Owen leads the crafts team.

Want to learn more? Please email us sales@rathbanna.com

The Coppersmith

Eddie O'Neill


I was born July of '28
by the fort placed at the Bann
to bellows of a Tinsmiths' horn
that echoed cross the land.
My father James by furnace flames
shaped milk pails and pie pans
resounding clamors, chasing hammers
all made by Daddy's hands.

A bakers dozen boys and girls
for all the times were tough
but somehow and I don't know how
we always had enough.
Standing in my memories
with my siblings by my side
I seen Mum and Dad, it made me sad
and it filled my heart with pride.

For years I watched him ply his trade
forging memories for my dreams
a long hard road I was bestowed
but the path was paved it seems.
Cake tins round and setting down
the creasing of the tin
life prepared with knowledge shared
and happiness within.

Destiny was kind to me
met Anne along the way
she done me proud, our heads we bowed
on our special Wedding Day.
Then fate showed me an open door
I looked towards the glass
to reflections in a mirror
cast in copper and in brass.

I was known to all as Eddie
a Coppersmith to trade
my works sold cross the city
by night I knelt and prayed.
On a blank and open canvas
Rathbanna came to me
the birthplace of the O'Neill clan
where the Bann flows to the sea.

I got to grips with small tin snips
bent copper at my will
I shaped my dreams with soldered seams
with ambitions to fulfil.
Braziers, joints and tapered points
annealed the sheets to bend
I quenched the thirst fully immersed
for a means unto an end.

I made jugs, jars, kits for bars
hoods, fenders, copper handles
overmantles, quirky panels
and sticks for roman candles.
Weather vanes and celtic frames
displays of tableware
rose bowls, cases, abstract faces
with a whistle in the air.

With copper wire and hearts' desire
I marked a fine contrast
I had the knack to make a plaque
and see the face in brass.
To give impact I made abstract
those sculptures of renown
all prim and proper, framed in copper
still mounted on the ground.

With practice, time my violin
the orchestra creates
a second violin to play
for a man called Robert Gates.
My sculpture of The Fiddler
just buskin' for a dime
waiting for his moment
made of copper and of time.

Artefacts I made for all
the rose with leaves of brown
the cross upon the Chapel high
and the one stood on the ground.
It towers above the laughter
of the children while they play
God's sign of hope to help us cope
a sign for all to pray.

I walked the walk, talked the talk
to those who lived in fear
I listened to their stories
when no-one else was near.
I drew the brush in gentle strokes
of a rainbow on the coast
took colours to an Ashgrove door
and those who need it most.

I'm thankful for the energy
God kindly gave to me
the sculptures and the objects
that people came to see.
I'm grateful for the journey
with Nan, our children eight
the Suffering Servant all alone
and the things I did create.

I loved the easy listening
the pastels on the board
to greet the morn at crack of dawn
and say a prayer to God.
'Twas a joy the evening amble
gentle whispers in the tree
see stars of white in bright moonlight
by the front porch in Drumcree.

To all I say a fond farewell
to my family, shed no tears
the faith I had and will to you
will last you all your years.
A day is long, life is short
waves roll toward the shore
a Coppersmith on Achill Isle
those waves admired before.

I know my hammer's silent
Iron Shanks and copper tips
the mallets and the ball piens
the brass and copper strips.
But my suffering too has ended
you helped when hours were long
and with the family at the helm
Rathbanna will live on.

I was the Coppersmith of dreams
the fiddler on the floor
a husband and a father
the artist on the shore.
A poet and a dreamer
time ends a life forthwith
sure the Lord may have the odd wee job
for me the Coppersmith.

B. Donnelly
Rosehouse, Cloncore
September 2017