Mary , Thanks for that great song. I'd forgotten about it-My Mother used to play it when I was a kid.

Just three verses of a touching Poem about "The Famine"

   GIVE ME THREE GRAINS OF CORN, MOTHER

Give me three grains of corn Mother,
only three grains of corn;
It will keep the little life I have
Till the coming of the morn.
I'm dying of hunger and cold, Mother,
Dying of hunger and cold;
And half the agony of such a death
My lips have never told.

The Queen has lands and gold Mother,
The Queen has lands and gold,
While you are forced to your empty breast
A skeleton abe to hold,
A babe that is dying of want Mother,
As I am dying now,
With a ghastly look in his sunken eye,
And famine upon his brow.

What has poor Ireland done Mother,
What has poor Ireland done,
That the world looks on, and sees us starve,
Perishing one by one?
Do the men of England care not, Mother,
The great men and the high,
For the suffering sons of Erin's Isle,
Whether they live or die?      

Amelia Blandford Edwards