Kilkelly Erin

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Kilkelly Erin

Postby Bell McMead » Tue Oct 29, 2013 8:36 pm

Heya folks,
I felt it was about time I contributed creatively to the faction, so here's my effort. It's an LT-ified version of a song that means a lot to me IRL and Bell IC. I'm still working out the chords to it, so it's still a bit of a work in progress. I wouldn't necessarily say it's a drinking song, but it's certainly one I could see being sung round a campfire.

Still, let us know what you all think so far?

Kilkelly Erin 1060,
My dear and loving son John.
Your good friend the schoolmaster Pat McNamara's
So good as to write these words down.
Your brothers have all gone to find work in Albion,
The house is so empty and sad.
And the crop of potatoes is sorely effected,
A third to a half of them bad.
And your sister Bridget and Patrick O'Donald
Are going to be married in June.
Mother says not to work in the dockyard
Be sure to come on home soon.

Kilkelly Erin 1070,
My dear and loving son John,
Hello to your missus and to your four children
May they grow healthy and strong.
And Michael has got in a wee bit of trouble,
I suppose that he never will learn.
Because of the dampness, there's no turf to speak of
And now we have nothing to burn.
Well Bridget's happy you named the child for her,
Although she has six of her own.
You say you've found work but you don't say what kind,
And when will you be coming on home?

Kilkelly Erin 1080,
Dear Michael and John my sons.
I'm sorry to give you the very sad news,
That your dear old mother passed on.
We buried her at the grave in Kilkelly
Your brothers and Bridget were there
You don't have to worry, she died very peaceful.
Remember her in your prayers.
And it's good to hear that Michael's returning,
With money he's sure to buy land.
For the crops have been poor and people are selling,
For any price that they can.

Kilkelly Erin 1090,
My dear and loving son John.
I suppose that I must be close on to eighty,
It's thirty years since you've gone.
Because of all the money you sent me
I'm still living out on my own.
Michael has built himself a fine house
And Bridget's daughters have grown.
And thank you for sending the family portrait
Such lovely young women and men.
They say that you might even come for a visit
What a joy to see you again.

Kilkelly Erin 1092,
My dear brother John,
I'm sorry I didn't write sooner to tell you,
That dear old father has gone.
He was living with Bridget, they say he was cheerful
And happy right up to the end.
I wish you had seen him play with the grandchildren
Of Pat McNamara your friend.
And we buried him down alongside of mother,
Down at Kilkelly graveyard
Oh, he was a strong and a feisty old man,
Considering his life was so hard.
And it's funny the way he kept asking about you,
He called for you at the end.
Why don't you think about coming to visit?
We'd all love to see you again.
Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I go
To heal my heart and drown my woe
Rain may fall, and wind may blow
And many miles be still to go
But under a tall tree will I lie
And let the clouds go sailing by
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