The Convict of Clonmel

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Liam Clancy - Pop, Folk

The Convict of Clonmel

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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 active Hurlers 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

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  • Traditional