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Come all you young fellows, and listen to my song
It’s all about a young man, and he did a great wrong
The sun is burning in the sky
Strands of clouds go slowly drifting by
You can sing of all your sport’n hero’s
Like Mr. (McGranderas)
Oh, the first of me downfall I set out the door
I straight made me way on for Carrick-on-Suir
‘Twas down by Brannigan’s Corner, one morning I did stray
I met a fellow rebel, and to me he did say
Smith was a Bristol man and a rare old sort was he
With his cutlass and his pistols, heave-ya ho
As I was a goin’ over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting
A sober black shawl hides her body entirely
Touched by the sun and the salt spray of the sea
The history of Ireland’s a history of oppression and the struggle of the people against it. The history of grasping landlords and conniving politicians, who sought to deprive the people of their birthright
At regular times in Ireland’s past, these grievances have boiled over. And the ordinary people have acted in the only way open to them: rebellion
A hungry feeling, came o’er me stealing
And the mice were squealing in my prison cell