School: Béal Dearg (roll number 11582)

Béal Deirg Mór, Co. Mayo
Pádraig Mac Conghamhna
The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0139, Page 279

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  1. A Song

    On the seventeenth of January

    On the seventeenth of January,
    We'll remember well the day
    When our gallant ships got ready
    To sail from Liverpool quay
    It was on a Monday morning
    The crew they did set sail
    And little was their notion
    That their death it was so near.

    The storm arose: the thunder roared
    The lightning did flash
    And waves against our vessel
    Tremendously did dash
    "Look out my boys", the captain cried
    I'm afeared we are all gone
    Unless this storm ceases
    We'll never reach the land.

    It was early next morning
    Which leave us to deplore
    Convenient to the Isle of Man
    She sank to rise no more

    (John McDonnell, Belderrigmore)
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
    1. genre
      1. poetry
        1. folk poetry (~9,504)
    John Mc Donnell
    Béal Deirg Mór, Co. Mayo