A Mhuire na nGrás
A Mhuire na nGrás
A Mháthair Mhic Dé go gcuire tú ar mo leas mé
Go sábhála tú mé ar gach uile olc
Go sábhála tú mé Idir anam is corp
Go sábhála tú mé ar muir is ar t?r
Go sábhála tú mé ar leac na bpian
Garda na n-aingeal os mo ch?onn
Dia romham agus Dia liom
Johnston's Motor Car
Down by Brockagh Corner one morning I did stray,
When I met another rebel bold, who this to me did say:
I've orders from the Captain to assemble at Drumbar
But how are we to reach Dungloe without a motor car?
O Barney dear, be of good cheer and I'll tell you what we'll do.
The Black and Tans have plenty guns altho' we have but few.
We'll wire down to Stranorlar before we walk so far,
And we'll give the boys a jolly ride on Johnston's motor car.
When Johnston got the wire then he soon pulled on his shoes.
He says this case is urgent, there's little time to lose.
He wore a fancy caster hat and on his breast a star.
You could hear the din going through Glenfin of Johnston's motor car.
When he came to the Reelin Bridge, he met some rebels there.
He knew the game was up with him, and at them he did stare.
He said I've got a permit for travelling out so far
You can keep your English permit, but we want your motor car.
What will my loyal comrades say when I get to Drumboe.
To say my car was commandeered by rebels from Dungloe.
We'll give you a receipt for her, its signed by Captain Maher,
And when Ireland's free, then we will see to Johnston's motor car.
They put the car in motion, they filled it to the brim.
With guns and bayonets shining, while Johnston he did grin.
When Barney waved a Sinn Fein flag, she shot off like a star
And they gave three cheers for freedom and for Johnston's motor car.
When the loyal crew they heard the news, it grieved their hearts full sore.
They swore they'd have reprisals before they would give o'er.
In vain they searched through Glenties, the Rosses and Kilcar,
While the I.R.A. their flags displayed on Johnston's motor car.
The Rose Of Aranmore
My thoughts today, though I'm far away,
Dwell on Tyrconnell's shore,
The salt sea air and the colleens fair,
Of lovely green Gweedore.
There's a flower there, beyond compare,
That I'll treasure ever more,
That grand colleen, in her gown of green,
She's the Rose of Aranmore.
I've travelled far 'neath the northern star,
Since the day I said goodbye,
And seen many maids in the golden glades
Beneath a tropic sky,
There's a vision in my reverie,
I always will adore,
That grand colleen in her gown of green,
She's the Rose of Aranmore.
But soon I will return again
To the scenes I loved so well,
Where many an Irish lad and lass
Their tales of love do tell;
The silvery dunes and blue lagoons,
Along the Rosses' shore
And that grand colleen in her gown of green,
She's the Rose of Aranmore.
THE VALLEY OF KNOCKANURE
You may sing and speak about Easter Week or the heroes of Ninety-Eight,
Of the Fenian men who roamed the glen in victory or defeat,
Their names are placed on history's page, their memory will endure,
Not a song is sung for our darling sons in the Valley of Knockanure.
Our hero boys they were bold and true, no counsel would they take,
They rambled to a lonely spot where the Black and Tans did wait,
The Republic bold they did uphold though outlawed on the moor,
And side by side they bravely died in the Valley of Knockanure.
There was Walsh and Lyons and Dalton, boys, they were young and in their pride, In every house in every town they were always side by side,
The Republic bold they did uphold though outlawed on the moor,
And side by side they bravely died in the Valley of Knockanure.
In Gortagleanna's lovely glen, three gallant men took shade,
While in young wheat, full, soft and sweet the summer breezes played,
But 'twas not long till Lyons came on, saying "Time's not mine nor your",
But alas 'twas late and they met their fate in the Valley of Knockanure.
They took them then beside a fence to where the furze did bloom,
Like brothers so they faced the foe for to meet their dreadful doom,
When Dalton spoke his voice it broke with a passion proud and pure,
"For our land we die as we face the sky in the Valley of Knockanure."
'Twas on a neighbouring hillside we listened in calm dismay,
In every house in every town a maiden knelt to pray,
They're closing in around them now with rifle fire so sure,
And Dalton's dead and Lyons is down in the Valley of Knockanure.
But ere the guns could seal his fate Con Dee had broken through,
With a prayer to God he spurned the sod and against the hill he flew,
The bullets tore his flesh in two, yet he cried with passion pure,
"For my comrades' death, revenge I'll get, in the Valley of Knockanure."
There they lay on the hillside clay for the love of Ireland's cause,
Where the cowardly clan of the Black and Tan had showed them England's laws,
No more they'll feel the soft winds steal o'er uplands fair and sure,
For side by side our heroes died in the Valley of Knockanure.
I met with Dalton's mother and she to me did say,
"May God have mercy on his soul who fell in the glen today,
Could I but kiss his cold, cold lips, my aching heart 'twould cure,
And I'd gladly lay him down to rest in the Valley of Knockanure."
The golden sun is setting now behind the Feale and Lee,
The pale, pale moon is rising far out beyond Tralee,
The dismal stars and clouds afar are darkened o'er the moor,
And the banshee cried where our heroes died in the Valley of Knockanure.
Oh, Walsh and Lyons and Dalton brave, although your hearts are clay,
Yet in your stead we have true men yet to guard the gap today,
While grass is found on Ireland's ground your memory will endure,
So God guard and keep the place you sleep and the Valley of Knockanure.
THE ROSE OF MORAY
I once loved a maiden so gentle and kind
As sweet as the rose in the dew
Each night as we wandered, the moon seemed to smile
On me and my loved one so true
And so proud was I, when folk passing by
Would gaze on the flower of the dell
And so for her beauty, her sweetness and charm
I called her the Rose of Moray
I called her the Rose of Moray
But soon came the day when I wandered away
From my sweet flower, the rose of the dell
For someone had told me my love wasn't true
That she loved another as well
She vowed she was faithful, her pleading in vain
For jealousy then held its way
So I kissed her goodbye with a tear in her eye
And I left the Rose of Moray
And I left the Rose of Moray
Many years then went by till I found 'twas a lie
My loved one had always been true
My heart for her yearned, so again I returned
And planned a sweet dream for us two
Once more home again, my search was in vain
My sweet flower had faded away
There's a little green grave where the sad lilies wave
And there sleeps the Rose of Moray
And there sleeps the Rose of Moray
So now you have learned why no more I'll return
Again to the scenes of my love
Wherever I roam through this world all alone
I'll pray to my master above
That He may forgive and still let me live
To repent as I go on my way
Although we're apart, she's still in my heart
I still love the Rose of Moray
I still love the Rose of Moray