http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c-NoGdnHfl0&feature=related
The Dunes
By Shane MacGowan (1995)


When I watched at the age of four
in Eighteen Forty Seven
the mounds they built upon the shore.
They seemed to point to heaven

But the wind and the rain they have worked away.
Now the dunes are uneven
and the children kick the sand around
and the bones they are revealed then

My brothers and sisters died.
My mother only four and twenty
and I alone survived to see
the potatoes grow in plenty

While the fiddler played we drank poitin
and ate the last of the berries.
Then knelt and said the rosary
round the mounds of dead we'd buried

I saw dark shadows rise up from the sand
and dance all around the dunes
and they danced the rattling dance of the dead
to a set of mournful tunes

Lyrics Part 3.
They stole our grain as we died in pain
to put upon their tables.
The dying covered the dead with sand
and danced while they were able

While the fiddler played we drank poitin
and ate the last of the berries.
Then knelt and said the rosary
round the mounds of dead we'd buried

I saw dark shadows rise up from the sand
and dance all around the dunes
and they danced the rattling dance of the dead
to a set of mournful tunes

Lyrics Part 4
A crack of lightening split the sky.
The rain on the dunes it poured.
I left them lying where I shot them down
the bailiff and the landlord.
Then I went for a drink in Westport.
I walked today on the cold grey shore
where I watched when I was much younger
while they built the dunes upon the sand
for the dead from the Great Hunger


Well it is not copying right for me.. I will have to google the lyrics. It has been a long time since I went wow when hearing a song but today I just did.

I shall also include my tribute to Nora Garvey of Dunquin..most likely a relative of mine..mentioned by Peig Sayers in one of her books as being the most beautiful girl in Dunquin..daughter of Michael Garvey..don't know if her name was Nora but it was one of the top names of the area. mg

The pride of Dunquin Brod Dun Chaoin

Once we had fish that swam to our shore
Once we had flax and potatoes galore
And the kindest of neighbors our kith and our kin
Such as young Nora Garvey the pride of Dunquin

She made the fine butter and spun the fine wool
Ah those were the days when our bellies were full
The likes of her beauty we will not see again
Sweet Nora Garvey the pride of DUnquin

We prayed that Lord Ventry would build us a boat
So strong and substantial to keep us afloat
We would sail to a port where they let Irish in'
Twould have saved Nora Garvey the pride of Dunquin

But the boat was not built and the ship did not sail
And we watched our young Nora grow feeble and pale
Our fine strapping maiden grew famished and thin
Farewell Nora Garvey the pride of Dunquin

In St. Catherine's churchyard we said prayers for her soul
Not a man had the strength for to dig her a hole
There's a new celtic cross where a rock cairn had been
Rest in peace Nora Garvey the pride of Dunquin