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Famous Kildorrery Town | De Banks Of My Own Lovely Lee |
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I've been to Crosshaven and Youghal Ballybunion, Tramore and Kilkee Ballycotton and likewise Dungarvan, Those famous resorts by the sea. For my health I have traveled through Ireland But now I've at last settled down Though lacking in wealth I've been gaining my health Up in Kildorrery town. Chorus: Have up ever been up to Kildorrery Indeed if you haven't that's quare Sure it's only five miles from Ardpatrick And three from the cross of Red Chair And when at that cross you are landed You will see a big hill looking down And on top of that hill bare naked and chill Stands famous Kildorrery town When King Edward came over to Ireland In delicate health as you know I met him one day in his travels And he asked me the best place to go He said ''twas fresh air he was seeking As his system was badly run down "Well King Edward" says I "the best air you can try Is up in Kildorrery town" When Saint Patrick was preaching in Ulster He said to the south he'd come down And where do you think he'd find lodgings But up in Kildorrery town But when on the way from Kilmallock At Ardpatrick he died on the way Those who stood by his side on the day that he died Heard him distinctively say: "Ah I've longed to get up to Kildorrery It is much I have longed to be there Sure it's only five miles from Ardpatrick And three from the cross of Red Chair Make my grave on the Hill of Ardpatrick And there let my bones be laid down And my spirit shall shine on old Erin's Green Isle And on famous Kildorrery town" When the pilgrims went over from Ireland To visit fair Italy's shore ''Twas little they knew the surprises That country for them had in store They called to the Pope in his Palace And when he had seated them down Said the Pope loud and clear "Is there anyone here From famous Kildorrery town?" Said the Pope "I've been to Kildorrery Sure you might think that is quare But I traveled the road to Ardpatrick And on by the cross of Red Chair So now I will give you my blessing Please on your knees all go down And may prosperity shine on Erin's Green Isle And on famous Kildorrery" Chorus: |
How oft do my thoughts in their fancy take flight To the home of my childhood away, To the days when each patriot's vision seem'd bright Ere I dreamed that those joys should decay. When my heart was as light as the wild winds that blow Down the Mardyke through each elm tree, Where I sported and play'd 'neath each green leafy shade On the banks of my own lovely Lee. And then in the springtime of laughter and song Can I ever forget the sweet hours? With the friends of my youth as we rambled along 'Mongst the green mossy banks and wild flowers. Then too, when the evening sun's sinking to rest Sheds its golden light over the sea The maid with her lover the wild daisies pressed On the banks of my own lovely Lee The maid with her lover the wild daisies pressed On the banks of my own lovely Lee 'Tis a beautiful land this dear isle of song Its gems shed their light to the world And her faithful sons bore thro' ages of wrong, The standard St. Patrick unfurled. Oh! would I were there with the friends I love best And my fond bosom's partner with me We'd roam thy banks over, and when weary we'd rest By thy waters, my own lovely Lee, We'd roam thy banks over, and when weary we'd rest By thy waters, my own lovely Lee, Oh what joys should be mine ere this life should decline To seek shells on thy sea-girdled shore. While the steel-feathered eagle, oft splashing the brine Brings longing for freedom once more. Oh all that on earth I wish for or crave Is that my last crimson drop be for thee, To moisten the grass of my forefathers' grave On the banks of my own lovely Lee To moisten the grass of my forefathers' grave On the banks of my own lovely Lee. |
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