Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Jail of Cluain Meala , by - The Dubliners. Song from the album Plain & Simple, in the genre Кельтская музыкаRelease date: 19.07.2016
Record label: TY4TM
Song language: English
The Jail of Cluain Meala |
| How hard is my fortune how vain my repining, |
| The strong rope of fate for my young neck is twinning, |
| My strenght is departed my cheek sunk and sallow, |
| While I languish is chains in the Jail of Cluain Meala. |
| No boy in the village was ever yet milder. |
| I could play with a child and my sport be no wilder. |
| I could dance without tiring from morning till evening |
| And my goalball I’d strike to the lightning of heaven. |
| At my bed foot decaying my hurley is lying. |
| Through the lads of the village my goalball is flying. |
| My horse 'mong the neighbours neglected may fallow. |
| While this heart young and gay lies cold in Cluan Meala. |
| Next Sunday the pattern at home will be keeping. |
| All the lads of the village the fields will be sweeping. |
| And the dance of fair maidens the evening will hallow. |
| While this heart young and gay lies cold in Cluan Meala. |