Corrymeela

Lyrics

Over here in England I'm helpin' wi' the hay An' I wisht I was in Ireland the livelong day; Weary on the English hay, an' sorra take the wheat! Och! Corrymeela an' the blue sky over it There's a deep dumb river flowin' by beyont the heavy trees This livin' air is moithered wi' the bummin' o' the bees; I wisht I'd hear the Claddagh burn go runnin' through the heat Past Corrymeela an' the blue sky over it The people that's in England is richer nor the Jews There's not the smallest young gossoon but thravels in his shoes! I'd give the pipe between my teeth to see a barefut child Och! Corrymeela an' the low south wind Here hands so full o' money an' hearts so full o' care By the luck o' love! I'd still go light for all I did go bare "God save ye, colleen dhas," I said: the girl she thought me wild Far Corrymeela an' the low south wind D'ye mind me now, the song at night is mortial hard to raise The girls are heavy goin' here, the boys are ill to plase; When one'st I'm out this workin' hive, 'tis I'll be back again – Ay, Corrymeela, in the same soft rain The puff o' smoke from one ould roof before an English town! For a shaugh wid Andy Feelan here I'd give a silver crown For a curl o' hair like Mollie's ye'll ask the like in vain Sweet Corrymeela, an' the same soft rain