School: Boulavogue
- Location:
- Boleyvogue, Co. Wexford
- Teacher: Énrí Tréinfhear
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A Song - Owen Doran's Cottage
“Jim Doyle now inside was singing, The Red Lad from The Harrow, I mean,”
One song that I know with the (name) Harrow in it is :-"Owen Doran's Cottage"
My Father made this song and his name was,
Mr Laurence Breen, Carrigeen, Ferns.
The verse with the name The Harrow in it is :-
"Jim Doyle now inside was singing,
The Red Lad from The Harrow, I mean,
He was sitting up in the corner
And his arms all around a fair dance
He was singing the Praises of Whiskey
And you know he's the boy that can roar
He had his mouth open so widely
I thought he would shut it no more"Nora Breen,
Carrigeen, Ferns, Co Wexford.- Collector
- Nora Breen
- Gender
- Female
- Address
- Carrigeen, Co. Wexford
- Informant
- Mr Laurence Breen
- Relation
- Parent
- Gender
- Male
- Address
- Carrigeen, Co. Wexford
A Local Song
“Jim Doyle now inside was singing, The Red Lad from the Harrow, I mean”
A Local SongI've been in Kingstown likewise in Johnstown, in Shelton Abbey and Bolton Hall
With the great O'Neill of Co Antrim, but Buffers' Alley exceeds them all
It would delight you on a summer evening to see those fair maids all march along
All hand in hand they march together to Monagrena that fertile land
Where the Buck + Doe in the parks are grazing where the fox + hare do they skip + play
And the cry of the hounds make the valleys echo and shouts of Huntsmen crying, "Hark, hark away!"[ Made by a beggar.]James Gahan,
Barmona, Boolavogue, Ferns.