School: Ballynacally, Inis (roll number 2189)

Location:
Ballynacally, Co. Clare
Teacher:
Tomás Ó Cuinneagáin
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    For Irishmen throughout the world are brothers after all.
    II
    Now they soon get up the gangway and I get on the land.
    And Jack and all the other lads they grabbed me by the hand.
    And then to make me happy the reminder of the day.
    We sampled Irish whiskey in a 'pub' across the way.
    So they soon knocked all the stuffing out of my one pound note.
    And Reilly for to keep it up went out to pawn his coat.
    So we managed that with other things till eight o'clock that night.
    When every mother's soul of us went home all blazing thight.
    Chorus
    III
    Next morning I put on my coat and went out a job to seek.
    And I got work in the gas house at sixteen bob a week.
    In a month they made me ganger and I'm an overseer.
    And I think I'll own the gas house in about another year.
    For Jack and all the other lads are working under me.
    And so you know it wouldn't do to go with them and spree.
    So I just drop into Miniter's when I want to quench my thirst.
    But while I live I'll not forget the night I landed first.
    _____________
    Happy in the corpse that the rainfalls on and happy is the bride that the sun shines on.
    When I was young I had no sense,
    I bought a fiddle for eighty pence,
    The only tune that I could play was
    over the hills and far away.
    _____________
    Dean Dana castle bell farewell
    my mother.
    Bury me in my own churchyard alongside my brother.
    My coffin shall be black six angels at my back.
    (continues on next page)
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
    Topics
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      1. poetry
        1. folk poetry (~9,504)
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    English