School: Coill-Chéim (roll number 9044)
- Location:
- Calhame, Co. Donegal
- Teacher: Seán Mac Cuinneagáin
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 1038, Page 12
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- (continued from previous page)Farewell unto sweet Castletown Drimbardagh hill so blue.
- (1) In the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and six, we set sail from the sweet Cobhs of Cork.
We were bound far away with a cargo of bricks, To the big city hall of New York.
She was a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore and aft.
Oh Lord how the wild winds drove her,
How she stood all the blasts, she had twenty three masts,
And we called her the Irish Rover.
Fare ye well my own true love, I am going far from you.
And I will swear by the stars a love, forever I'll be true.
Although we must part, don't loose your heart, for when this war is over.
If alive I'll remain, I'll come back to Calhame, I am your own true Irish rover.(2) There was me and Andy Owen, and a man called Pat Malone.
Mick Mc Chaul, Charlie Joe, and Neddy Shawn.
Tommy Ward, and Micky Og, Hughey Ned from Loughnabroug.
And of course we had Patrick Pat Bann.
Mr. Burke and Pat Mc Gill, sure the both could drink their fill.
Big Jim and wee Dennis from Lay over.(continues on next page)
