double
My Granuaile:
Oh! If we would quit spending
My Granuaile,
Troth the times would be mending
My Granuaile.My brave sons and brave daughters
Says Granuaile,
Have crossed o'er the water
Says Granuaile,
To seek for employment
Says Granuaile,
Troth it's not for enjoyment
Says Granuaile.

Sure our Nations in danger
Says GranuaileMother! Don't be uneasy
My Granuaile,
You may make your mind easy
My Granuaile;
Why our sweet tongue's not dying
My Granuaile,
Sure to learn it were trying
My Granuaile.And the dance that's the fashion
Says Granuaile
It puts me in a passion
Says Granuaile:

We'll stop emigration,
My Granuaile,
We'll give work to the Nation,
My Granuaile:
And we'll each help our neighbour
My Granuaile
If we purchase home labour,
My Granuaile.And my sweet tongue is dying
Says Granuaile
And it sets me a sighing
Says Granuaile;
If we speak like the stranger
Says Granuaile,

Such whirling and skating
Says Granuaile,
It's a dance I am hating
Says Granuaile.We'll revive the old dancing
My Granuaile,
And our sweet tongue entrancing
My Granuaile:
And with sound education
My Granuaile,
We'll build up the nation
My Granuaile.

Oh! my heart's sore and heavy
Says Granuaile,
See the taxes they levy
Says Granuaile:
And my children are leaving
Says Granuaile,
And my poor heart is grieving
Says Granuaile. There is one tax brings trouble,
My Granuaile
String drink and X

II
With ecstasy I went my way down by a limpid stream,
Where bowers o'erhung the rivulet - most captivating scene!
The pheasant song was borne along the partial evening gale,
That faintly wafted to mine ear - the name of Granuaile.III
With fawn-like steps I shyly crept beneath the verdant shade.
Some persons there were speaking, when a female rose and said,
"Your conduct bold I do behold; your courage did not fail,
My gallant sons with pikes and guns, for I'm poor Granuaile!"IV
'Midst the surges of the battle-blaze on that eventful day,
Through fire and smoke the Celtic stroke made Scully's corps give way.
Murrough and the bailiff fell victims to the hail
That bursted from the rifles of the sons of Granuaile.V
My progeny is true to me, except a few of those,
Of reptiles' seed, or Cromwell's breed would aggravate my woes
But now I swear, and do declare, to yon I will reveal,
My gallant sons with Irish guns, for I'm poor Granuaile.

It was said that there was a lot of gold hidden at Granuaile's castle. The officer left the care of it to a soldier that the head was cut off. They say he is minding it without a head.

Songs
Granuaile
Obtained from:
John Hussey
Cloomahara
Williamstown
Co. Galway
My dream to some comes true it comes with grief to more as it did to me my country thats dear old Erin's shore. I dreamt I was upon a hill bedside a lovely vale, its there I spied a comely maid, her name was Granuaile.
Her lovely hair hung down her neck,
As she was dressed in green,
I thought she was the fairest sight
That ever I had seenAs I drew near
I then could hear
By the pleasant morning gale
As she went along
She sung a song
Saying I'm poor old GranuaileI thought she had a splendid hasp

old oaken bucket," "Mother mo chroide," "Pat Molloy from Clare," "The lands of larganboy," "The low low land of Holland," "Candia I ó," "What will you do love when I am going," "Mannon mountains and Silver seas," "The foaming bowl of tea," "The lassy from Donegal," "Morrisy and the Russian," "Donnely and Cupar," "Jim Sulivan and Sam Warick," "The Bells of Shannon," "The constant farmer's song," "We are all jolly fellows," "The boys of '98," "The foggy dew," "The dolly vardon hat," "Pretty Maggie," "Pretty maid milking the cow," "Down by the dark orchards along the railway," "The soldier's song," "The Irish emigrants farewell," "The old bog road," "The old bog hole," "Molly Flynn," "Larry Mick Flynn," "The cow that ate the piper," "Down among the flowers small," "Danny Boy," "Eire in the tear," "Johnny Harte," "The pride of Ireland glory," "This little girl of mine," "The banks of red roses," "The pleasant waters of the river lea," "Tim Finnegans wake," " Of you lovely Anne of you," "Is there anyone here who will marry me now," "The boys of Ballysodare," "Patrick O Donnell," "Pat Sheehan," "Pat Mcguire" " The bishop of Ross," "The ship that never returned," "The bunch of seaweed," "The lads of Hibernia," "The girl I left behind," "Teddy O Neill," "The farmers boy," "Dear old Granuaile," "My love nell," "Dan McCann," "My Tipperary Mary," "My wild Irish rose," "The lovely woodlands of Avon dale,"

By her side she let it fall,
She played the tune called Brian Boru
Garryowen and Tara HallGod save Ireland was the next
And the martyrs who died in jail
So you need not fret
Home rule we'll get
Cried poor old GranuaileWhen I awake up from up my slumber
Excited by my fright
I thought it was the clear daylight
But I found that it was nightI looked all round and could not see
But the walls of a lonely jail
And that was the last sight I saw
Of poor old Granuaile

Mar sin chuaidh sí go Londomhn agus chaith sí a gúna Gaedhalach. Chuaidh sí isteach i gcúirt Eilíse. Bhíodar ar tí masla agus gáire a dhéanamh fúithi ach bhí Gráinne sáthach cliste dóibh. Bhí Eilís an-cáirdeamhail leithí agus ag fágáil na cúirte di, bhain sí geall as Eilís go ndéanfadh sí Iarla dá mac. Uaidh sin shíolraigh na h-Iarlaí Mhaigh Eo.Do chas sí abhaile agus thainig sí i dtír ag mBaile Átha Cliath. An fad is a bhí sí annsin chuaidh sí go Caisleán Beann Éadar. Ní raibh fhios ag muintir an chaisleáin go raibh Gráinne ag teacht agus mar sin bhí na geataí dúnta go daingean. Bhí fleadh is féasta ar siúl istigh agus chuir sin fearg mór ar Ghráinne nuair nach rabhadar ag cleachtadh nós muintire na h-Éireann sé sin: cead a bheith ag gach stráinséar dul isteach chuig féasta. Dubhairt sí leithí féin go mbainfeadh sí sásamh amach agus anonn leithí go dtí teachín beag ina raibh oighre an chaisleáin dhá oileamhaint. Do sgiob sí leithí féin é go dtí a caisleán ar bhruach loch ...sean. Do choinnigh sí annsin é go dtí gur chuir sí iachall ar thighearna Binn Éadiar roinnt mhaith airgid a íoc dí, agus go dtí gur gheall sí nach mbrisfeadh sí nós na nGaedhal arís. Tá a lán sgéalta eile le fágháil faoi Ghráinne ach níl fhios againn an fíor nó bréag iad. Seachas na tréithre eile a bhain lei deirter go raibh sí an- naomhtha agus go raibh meas agus urraim mhór aici don chreideamh agus ar gach a bhain leis. Tá sé ráidhte freisin gur thóg sí mainistear ar oileán an Cláir agus síltear gur annsin a cuireadh í. Bliadhnta in dhiaidh a báis thugadh a h-ainm Granuaile ar Éirinn agus beidh cuimhne cruinn go h-éag ag fearaibh agus mnáibh na h-Éireann uirthí.

Dreams come true to very few
and comes with grief to more
As it did to my dear country
That's poor old Erin's shore
I dreamt I was upon a hill
By the side of a lovely vale
It was there I spied a charming girl
They called her GranuaileHer golden hair hung down her back
As she was dressed in green
I thought she was the fairest girl
That ever my eyes had seen
I drew near I then could hear
In the pleasant morning gale
As she went along she sang a song
Called poor old GranuaileI thought she had a splendid harp
By her side she let it fall
She played the tunes called Brian

Boru
Garryowne and Tara's hallGod save Ireland was the next
Out martyrs who died in jail
But we need not fret
We'll have Home Rule yet
Said poor old GranuaileSince O'Connells time in '29
We had no greater men
They struggled hard both night and day
To gain our rights again
Still by coercion they were bown
And our sons were sent to jail
But we need not fret, we'll release them yet
Said poor old GranuaileI woke up from my slumber
Excited by my fright
I thought it was the broad day light

The night he was arrested his first born baby was only two hours old. I imagine it was a tremendous sight to see him laid up in Mountjoy prison at that period of his life.
These six heroes were true brave Irish men, and were far more truer Irishmen than the Irish of to-day. These six men were the chief of the brother hood. There chief intention was to send England's laws and tyranny out of the country, and her landlords and bailiffs from out sainted Irish soil. The day they stood their trial it was a splendid to see the sons of old Granuaile surrounded left and right. The jury men found them not guilty, but Judge Lawson said no.
There was a great informer in this place for the swearing of his country men, and Coleman was his name. He was made a public show, but if my dear old grandfather lived to-day his heart would sink into dismay to see our Irish sons and daughters so divided as they are.

But finding it was night
I looked around I could not see
But the walls of a lonely jail.
And that was the last time ever I seen.
My poor old granuaile.

There are many ways by which we can find out what kind of people inhabited our district in former times. One of these ways is by old ruins such as ruined castles or monasteries or churches or round towers.
There are not many ruins in this district. The most important is Granuailes Castle in Clare Island. This castle was built in fifteen hundred and fifty-eight. It is said that Granuaile lived in this castle and she had her boats anchored in the bay. This castle had no dungeon as many castles have but it had many apartments.
There is also an old church in a place called Aughavale. This was the ancient church of the parish of Westport which was known as the parish of Aughavale at that time. There are some carvings on the walls but they cannot now be identified as the walls are entirely covered with ivy. A cemetery now surrounds the old ruin.
The remains of a splendid round tower are still to be seen in Aughagower.

VI
But hark! what sound is that I hear; is it the rooster's crow?
'Tis time for to be leaving, from Erin we must go;
But when we get beyond the seas, with general John O'Neill,
We'll come back and fight for Fatherland, and poor old Granuaile.

I
You gallant sons of Granuaile come raise your banners high
And in the cause of liberty beneath them gain or die
And tell the Saxon horde of them you're not afraid
At home in "Mother Erin" to wear a green cockade.
II
And let their lordlings know, to them you'll not be slave

A Fenian Song5-4-38Eileen King(1)In Crossmolina we were brought up,
Six heroes of great fame,
True sons of Granuaile,
Who did adore the name,
Who joined the Fenian brotherhood,
Bad landlords to destroy

were the coopers with churns, firkins, and tubs; the basket makers with cleeves, clothes baskets, turf and potato baskets, aye even bird cradles; lines of spinning wheels both flax and woollen, the tinker plied his trade in the open; the potter with his load of crockery was here too; the bakers sold their surplus barm; and Pat Rondy's mother would make you a ha'porth of Peggy's Leg, a stick of sugar stick, or a pennorth of bull's eyes while you waited.
Here were the itinerant singers and musicians keeping a close eye on
the helmeted guardians of the public peace, as they surreptitiously
(maryah) yelled out the strains of Granuaile and Michael Dyer, or fingered out the magic music of the Coolin, Roisín Dubh and Seán Ó Duibhir from fiddles, flutes, and pipes. The public houses did a roaring trade. Up to fifty years ago there was only one donkey cart for Cleggernagh and Raheela, Michael McLoughlin had it. He started out with five bags of oats for the neighbours at four in the morning and was able to do three
journeys between that and 12 o'clock. As he had sixpence a bag, he gradually became the best off man in that locality. Cormac Scally and Jamesy Toolin did the carring for Mullen on the same lines. People who could not see
their way to pay such exorbitant transport charges had to be their own beasts of burden, and what burdens they could carry. I myself saw Pat Greery carry two 2 cwt sacks of flour one on each shoulder up Beirne's steps to the store on the second storey. Old Michael Greevey told me he often
brought home a