I just discovered this song from a recording of my dad singing it in 1964. I assume he got it from his dad, who loved to sing Irish songs. I was struck by the beauty of the melody and came here to see if I could find out more about it. The only words I'm not sure about are "cormer's swell" -- that's what it sounds like, but even my biggest, baddest dictionary doesn't have the word "cormer" in it. I must have misheard. Anyway, I thought I'd post these lyrics because they're slightly different from the ones above. When I was a wee lad with blarney on my lips I was fain for journeying about the seas in ships But now across the cormer's swell every sound I hear Is a little stream of Duna, running clear When I was a wee lad before my beard was grey For good ships and sailing men I gave my heart away Now I'm weary of the sea wind, I'm weary of the foam And the little streams of Duna call me home.
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