School: Béal Dearg (roll number 11582)

Béal Deirg Mór, Co. Mayo
Pádraig Mac Conghamhna
The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0139, Page 270

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    We shot out nets and said our prayers
    And had a friendly talk
    But to our good lick the fish were slow
    Or else we were all caught
    All in a crash the wind went North
    And the seas rose mountain high
    Put out your oars and board your nets,"
    Was everybody's cry.
    With Michael Jamesy at the sole
    I quickly seized the rope
    And with all our might hauled in the nets
    And then brought round the boat
    When I got my rudder up
    I steered a course for home
    While running sideways by the rock
    The sea was all a foam
    At the tops of Scaith I laid her off
    For the cannons there did roar
    And I said, "Each man do what you can
    Until we reach the shore."
    And when we left the tops of Scaith
    I sighted a canoe
    And I prayed to God to guard him
    And show him what to do
    (continues on next page)
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
    Martin Healy