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Thread #80580 Message #1471234
Posted By: JennyO
26-Apr-05 - 11:12 AM
Thread Name: BS: Ever wonder if you will end up old and a
Subject: Lyr Add: KILKELLY IRELAND
Oh dear, this is not a very happy thread. I think this is something that we will all have to face, but don't want to think about. I know I don't. I would hope that my son would probably be there in some way. My daughter can barely look after herself, let alone anyone else. The thought of losing independence is the worst part in my opinion.
I can only try to adopt Bobert's approach to it, and hope that I will get back some of what I have given. There is a lot of comfort in that thought.
This song, which was sung in a session on the weekend, immediately sprang to mind.
KILKELLY IRELAND - Peter and Steve Jones
Kilkelly, Ireland eighteen and sixty, my dear and loving son John:
Your good friend the schoolmaster Pat MacNamara
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 Bridget and Patrick O'Donnell
Are going to get married in June
And your mother says not to work on the railroad
And be sure to come on home soon.
Kilkelly, Ireland eighteen and seventy, my dear and loving son John:
Hello to your Mrs. and to your four children
May they grow up healthy and strong
Michael has got in a wee bit of trouble
I suppose that he never will learn
Because of the dampness there's no turf to speak of
And now there's nothing to burn
Bridget is happy you named the child for her,
You know she's got six of her own
You say you've found work but you don't say what kind
And when will you be coming home?
Kilkelly, Ireland eighteen and eighty dear Michael and John my sons:
I'm sorry to give you the very sad news
That your dear old mother passed on
We buried her down at the church at Kilkelly
Your brothers and Bridget 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
But the crop has been poor and people are selling
At any price that they can.
Kilkelly, Ireland eighteen and ninety my dear and loving son John:
I suppose that I must be close on to eighty
It's thirty years since you've been gone
Because of all the money you sent me
I'm still living out on my own
Michael has built himself a fine house
And Bridget's daughters are grown.
And thank you for sending your family picture
They're lovely young women and men
You say you might even come for a visit
What joy to see you again
Kilkelly, Ireland eighteen and ninety-two my dear brother John:
I'm sorry that I didn't write sooner
To tell you Father passed on
He was living with Bridget she said he was cheerful
And healthy right up to the end
You should have seen him playing with the grandchildren
Of Pat MacNamara, your friend
We buried him along side of Mother
Down at the Kilkelly church yard
He was a strong man, 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 at the end.
Why don't you think about coming to visit
We'd love to see you again..........