School: Poll Réamoinn (Cailíní)

Pollremon, Co. Galway
Treasa, Bean Mhic Diarmada
The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0014, Page 270

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  1. Songs - Granuaile (continued)

    Her lovely hair hung down her neck,

    (continued from previous page)
    By her side she let it fall,
    She played the tune called Brian Boru
    Garryowen and Tara Hall
    God save Ireland was the next
    And the martyrs who died in jail
    So you need not fret
    Home rule we'll get
    Cried poor old Granuaile
    When I awake up from up my slumber
    Excited by my fright
    I thought it was the clear daylight
    But I found that it was night
    I looked all round and could not see
    But the walls of a lonely jail
    And that was the last sight I saw
    Of poor old Granuaile
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.