School: Drom Dhá Liag (C.) (roll number 12230)

Location:
Drimoleague, Co. Cork
Teacher:
Máire, Bean Uí Dhrisceoil
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  1. Local Songs

    Tis well I do remember the Drimoleague quarries old

    I.
    Oh Father dear I oft times hear you speak of Erin's Isle.
    They say it is a lovely land where in a prince might dwell.
    And why did you abandon it.
    The reason to me tell.
    2.
    The blight came over all my crops,
    My sheep and cattle died,
    The rent and taxes were too high.
    I could not them redeem
    And that is why I left dear old Skibbereen.
    3.
    You were only six years olf
    And areder was your frame
    I could not leave you with your friends
    You bore your father's name.
    4.
    I wrapped you in my coat of món.
    (continues on next page)
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
    Topics
    1. genre
      1. poetry
        1. folk poetry (~9,504)
    Language
    English
    Collector
    Mairead O' Driscoll
    Gender
    Female
    Address
    Lissane Upper, Co. Cork