Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kilkelly Ireland, artist - Seán Keane. Album song Never Alone, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 23.01.2014
Record label: Circin Rua
Song language: English
Kilkelly Ireland |
Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 60, 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 England, |
The house is so empty and sad |
The crop of potatoes is sorely infected, |
A third to a half of them bad. |
And your sister Brigid and Patrick O’Donnell |
Are going to be married in June. |
Your mother says not to work on the railroad |
And be sure to come on home soon. |
Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 70, dear and loving son John |
Hello to your Mrs and to your 4 children, |
May they grow healthy and strong. |
Michael has got in a wee bit of trouble, |
I guess that he never will learn. |
Because of the dampness there’s no turf to speak of And now we have nothing to burn. |
And Brigid is happy, you named a child for her |
And now she’s got six of her own. |
You say you found work, but you don’t say |
What kind or when you will be coming home. |
Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 80, dear Michael and John, my sons |
I’m sorry to give you the very sad news |
That your dear old mother has gone. |
We buried her down at the church in Kilkelly, |
Your brothers and Brigid were there. |
You don’t have to worry, she died very quickly, |
Remember her in your prayers. |
And it’s so good to hear that Michael’s returning, |
With money he’s sure to buy land |
For the crop has been poor and the people |
Are selling at any price that they can. |
Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 90, my dear and loving son John |
I guess that I must be close on to eighty, |
It’s thirty years since you’re gone. |
Because of all of the money you send me, |
I’m still living out on my own. |
Michael has built himself a fine house |
And Brigid’s daughters have grown. |
Thank you for sending your family picture, |
They’re lovely young women and men. |
You say that you might even come for a visit, |
What joy to see you again. |
Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 92, my dear brother John |
I’m sorry that I didn’t write sooner to tell you that father passed on. |
He was living with Brigid, she says he was cheerful |
And healthy right down to the end. |
Ah, you should have seen him play with |
The grandchildren of Pat McNamara, your friend. |
And we buried him alongside of mother, |
Down at the Kilkelly churchyard. |
He was a strong and a feisty old man, |
Considering his life was so hard. |
And it’s funny the way he kept talking about you, |
He called for you in the end. |
Oh, why don’t you think about coming to visit, |
We’d all love to see you again. |