Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Convict Of Clonmel, artist - Liam Clancy. Album song Irish Troubadour, in the genre Кельтская музыкаDate of issue: 31.12.2005
Record label: Vanguard
Song language: English
The Convict Of Clonmel |
| How hard is my fortune |
| How vain my repining |
| The strong rope of death |
| For my young neck is twining |
| My strength is departed |
| My cheeks sunk and sallow |
| While I languish in chains |
| In the gaol of Clûn Malla |
| No boy in the village |
| Was ever yet milder |
| I could play with a child |
| And my sport be no wilder |
| I danced without tiring |
| From morning til evening |
| And my goal ball I’d strike |
| To the lightning of heaven |
| At my bedfoot decaying |
| My hurley is lying |
| Through the lads of the village |
| My goal ball is flying |
| My horse 'mongst the neighbours |
| Neglected may fallow |
| While I pine in my chains |
| In the gaol of Clûn Malla |
| Next Sunday the pattern |
| At home will be keeping |
| All the young |
| The field will be sweeping |
| The dance of fair maidens |
| The evening will hallow |
| While this heart |
| Once so gay |
| Will be cold in Clûn Malla |