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Oh Nellie come away with me, beyond the leaf and fern. A rural home I have for you, convenient to Lough Erne. The lark has risen from her nest, ...
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JOHN ADAIR

Oh Nellie, come away with me, beyond the leaf and fern.
A rural home I have for you, convenient to Lough Erne.
The lark has risen from her nest, and wild flowers scent the air.
While resting on this faithful breast, you’re free from John Adair.

Oh Willie, never talk to me of peace or happy home.
My parents have been dispossessed, this weary world to roam.
Sad dreary thoughts appease my mind. I’m almost in despair.
From happy homes we now must part, forced out by John Adair.

He brought the sheriff to our door, and quenched our fire so bright.
My aged grandsire is no more. He died that fateful night.
My mother weeps; her only son, a boy of beauty rare,
Just four months, so meek and mild, all done by John Adair.

For fifty weary years our race have tilled the mountain side,
And smoothed Glenveagh’s old rugged paths and stemmed the Atlantic tide.
Full fifty homes are levelled now, and wild cries rend the air
May fifty thousand curses fall on cruel John Adair.

A ploughboy poor his grandsire was, and came from Garryinch.
Supported by the villagers, his mother’s name was Trench;
But now he’s called a gentleman, as you are all aware,
And lives near Ballybrittas town. His name is John Adair.

A scavenger from the Curragh came, the spoiler of Glenveagh,
This cruel reckless worthless man, to swear our lives away.
Both judge and jury did confess that perjury was there,
But now thank God is our conscience safe from cruel John Adair.

This couple took one last lingering look, and parted no more to meet.
Young Willie lies beyond the sea, without a winding sheet;
But Nellie’s duty made her stay, her aged parents to care.
With broken heart she pines away, her death on John Adair.


Rita Gallagher – Easter Snow