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Thread #67359 Message #4215250
Posted By: Joe Offer
13-Jan-25 - 04:13 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Old Donegal? / Emigrant's Letter (French)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Old Donegal? / Emigrant's Letter (French)
The Emigrant’s Letter (Percy French) 1: Dear Danny, I’m taking the pen in me hand To tell you we’re just out of sight of the land In the grand Allan liner, I’m sailing in style But I’m sailing away from the Emerald Isle And a long sort of sigh seemed to come from us all As the waves hit the last bit of ould Donegal Oh, it’s well to be you that is taking your tea Where they’re cutting the corn in Creeshla today 2: I spoke to the captain—he won't turn her round, And if I swum back I'd be apt to be drowned, So here I must stay—oh! I've no cause to fret, For their dinner was what you might call a banquet. But though it is 'sumpchus,' I'd swop the whole lot, For the ould wooden spoon and the stirabout pot; And sweet Katty Farrell a-wettin' the tay Where they're cuttin' the corn in Creeshla the day! 3: There’s a woman on board who knows Katie by sight So we talked of ould times ’till they put out the light I’m to meet the good woman tomorrow on deck And we’ll talk about Katie from this to Quebec I know I’m no match for her, oh not the least With her house and two cows and her brother a priest But the woman declares Katie’s heart’s on the sea While mine’s with the reapers in Creeshla today 4: If Gaffney comes courting or John Michael Mick Put a word in for me with a lump of a stick Don’t kill Gaffney outright, he’s no kind of chance, But Mickey’s a rogue you might murder at once For Katie may think as the longer she waits A boy in the hand is worth two in the States And she’ll promise to honour, to love and obey Some ruffian that’s roaming round Creeshla today 5: Goodbye to you Danny, no more’s to be said And I think the salt water’s got into me head For it drips from me eyes when I call to my mind The friends and the colleen I’m leaving behind And still she might wait; when I bid her goodbye There was just the least taste of a tear in her eye And a break in her voice when she said `You might stay But please God you’ll come back to ould Creeshla some day’