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Thread #109258 Message #2283479
Posted By: MartinRyan
09-Mar-08 - 05:45 AM
Thread Name: Obit: Garry McMahon of Listowel
Subject: RE: Obit: Garry McMahon of Listowel
Here's the way I now sing it:
TOM CREAN OF ANNASCAUL (Ballad for an unsung hero)
It's of an unsung hero that I mean for to tell you now A native son of Ireland and if time will me allow Of a noble-hearted Kerryman, the truth I will recall I will sing his fame, his deeds proclaim – Tom Crean of Annascaul
In eighteen and seventy seven, a farmer's son he first saw light And when he was young, the Gaelic tongue he spoke with great delight He was one of ten, in that mountain glen, when the seas loud roar did call Carefree and brave, on the ocean wave went Crean of Annascaul
On board the Ringarooma for New Zealand he set sail As an able bodied seaman in the teeth of wind and gale He was soon on board Discovery and with Captain Scott installed On the high seas to Antarctica went Crean of Annascaul
For three long years in that frozen waste, he faithfully did serve Until at last he sailed back home, on shore leave well deserved In nineteen ten he was back again, once more for to give his all And his burning goal was to reach the Pole – Tom Crean of Annascaul
On that fatal final journey Captain Scott he said "Turn back!" So with Lashly and with Evans bold, Tom headed for the shack It broke his heart for to depart and down the tears did fall And his captain he would ne'er more see – Tom Crean of Annascaul
As they struggled back to Hut Point, sure the wind cut to the bone Evans ill, lay stiff and still, while Tom marched on alone For forty miles in the frost and snow he stumbled and he crawled for to save his brave companions did, Tom Crean of Annascaul
And he made an epic voyage all in an open boat With Worsley and with Shackleton – sure, 'twas God kept them afloat Eight hundred miles on the ocean wide before they made landfall To rescue gallant comrades, led by Crean of Annascaul
To late we give him honour and we celebrate his fame While a mountain and a glacier will forever bear his name In a tomb in Ballinacourty he awaits the final call From his long sleep in the Kerry hills – Tom Crean of Annascaul.
So, one verse dropped, one line significantly changed line - and a host of minor adaptations to the slower, freer tune I use. I hope he doesn't mind!