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Thread #133505   Message #3030194
Posted By: McGrath of Harlow
12-Nov-10 - 07:25 AM
Thread Name: Help identify song: Come all ye men of high renown
Subject: RE: Origins: Help with identifying this song
Stan Kelly and Eric Winter put together a similar compendium of street ballad clichés, but with a more Oirish flavour:

Come all you gallant Irish lads wherever you may be,
I hope you'll pay attention and listen unto me,
I hope you'll pay attention lads no matter where you dwell,
It's of a brave young hero the truth to you I'll tell.

I hope you'll all be patient lads while I the truth unfold
Concerning this young hero who was valiant, brave and bold,
So sit back Jack and just relax and listen to my song,
It's something strange and tragical, it won't detain you long.

You toilers of the nation, I hope you wil draw near,
A new and strange narration I mean to let you hear,
'Tis for your information I take my pen in hand,
And long before I've finished I hope you'll understand.

Men of honest labour who stand in Freedom's name,
Go rouse up your neighbour and put the world to shame,
You valiant sons of valiant men wherever you are found,
Just give an ear and you shall hear, if you will gather round.

'Twas early morning in the springtime of the year,
No cloud was hanging in the sky, the sun it did shine clear,
The funeral drums their note did sound high o'er the hilss around
And Erin wept to see her son laid in the grassy ground.

Go where you will o'er vale and hill, past mountains short and
tall,
You'll hear this toast: He was the most to his neighbours one and
all,
So honour him in story, in song and poetry,
With those who've gone before he'll take his place in history.

So praise God all you Protestants, be humble while you may,
And likewise all good Catholics, and do not you dismay,
He held the standard proudly and he died for Ireland's cause,
Upholding all that we hold dear -- religion, truth and laws.

So let's rejoice with heart and voice we knew our comrade dear,
His heart is stilled and yet his spirit lives another year,
I thank you for your courtesy in listening to my lay,
Farewell you gallant comrades now until another day.

OPTIONAL EXTRA (as the washing-machine salesmen say)

Now eight months being over the night one coming on,
We've got a true perspective on this gallant Irishman,
His story we've considered and between those hallowed walls,
Though we would only whisper it, it sounds a load of...