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Lyr Req: Peter Crowley^^

07 Mar 01 - 11:35 AM (#412802)
Subject: Peter Crowley
From: Fel

Could someone pass on the lyrics to this?

I heard this twice in the last week, but never heard it before.

It starts off like:

As I roved out one evening, in the month of June I strayed into an old church yard

....

I over heard a woman say as the tears fell from her eyes Tis under neath, that cold green sod, poor Peter Crowley lies.

Go raibh maith agat, Fel

08 Mar 01 - 12:29 AM (#413186)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Peter Crowley
From: Jim Dixon

There is an album called Irish Rebel Songs, by various artists, that contains "Peter Crowley." That's all I was able to find on the 'net.

22 Aug 01 - 06:54 AM (#533106)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Peter Crowley
From: MartinRyan

It's listed in several collections of Irish Rebel Songs (Books) - none of which I have. Anyone with a collection of them should be able to find it.

Regards

22 Aug 01 - 05:59 PM (#533560)
Subject: Lyr Add: PETER CROWLEY^^
From: GUEST,The Guest

I don't know the book but here are the words as I heard them sung.

The Guest

PETER CROWLEY.

As I rambled out on evening in the holy month of June,
I strayed into an old churchyard for to view a noble tome,
I overheard an old man say as the tears fell from his eyes,
Its beneath that cold, cold, clay today, brave Peter Crowley lies.

The grave where Peter Crowley lies o'er it the grass grows green,
And underneath poor Peter sleeps because he loved the Green,
It would break your heart to see him there a hero once in bloom,
'Twas untimely death that brought him there to fill a silent tomb.

Oh Crowley, Old Crowley, come tell to me the truth,
Who walked along with you that night through Kilcloney's lonely wood,
Who stood beside that brave old oak and fired the signal gun,
Who fought and died for Ireland's pride 'twas none but your only son.

So fare thee well young Crowley and fare thee well again,
'Tis many the mile we soldiered with you through valley hill and glen,
Stiff and still now there you lie a stoirin geal mo chroi,
Because you were a Fenian boy and you died for liberty.

Now to conclude and finish for I have no more to say,
May the almighty and eternal God soon raise you from the clay,
With a thousand men at your command, and they both loyal and true,
That will conquer English tyrants, as brave Irishmen will do.
^^

22 Aug 01 - 06:11 PM (#533564)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Peter Crowley
From: GUEST,The guest

Fel,

I forgot to ask, where did you hear it twice in the lastweek? its not a song that is widely known or sung.

The Guest.

24 Aug 01 - 04:18 PM (#534681)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Peter Crowley
From: GUEST,Martin Ryan

Found a set of words and some background info. I'll get back later. For openers - this is the Crowley mentioned in "Down Erin's lovley Lee", a much better known song.

Regards

26 Aug 01 - 04:55 PM (#535692)
Subject: Lyr Add: PETER CROWLEY
From: MartinRyan

The version I have is as follows:

PETER CROWLEY.

As I rambled out one evening in the holy month of June,
I strayed into an old churchyard for to view a noble tomb,
I overheard an old man say as tears rolled from his eyes,
It's underneath that cold, green sod brave Peter Crowley lies.

Then tell me Peter Crowley, come tell me, tell me true
Who stepped into Kilcloony Wood, that day along with you,
Who stood behind that broad oak tree and fired that signal gun,
Who fought and died for Ireland, 'twas you my darling son.

The man who fired the signal went to his lone abode
For many a mile he shouldered it a dark and dreary road
Stiff and cold it's there you lie a stoirin geal mo chroi,
Because you were a Fenian bold and fought for liberty.

God rest you, Peter Crowley, you sleep beneath the clay
But someday you'll return again to lead us in the fray,
With a thousand men at your command, be they all both loyal and true,
That will conquer English, Dutch and Dane as Irishmen can do.

Peter O'Neill Crowley, of Ballymacoda in Co. Cork, was involved in the abortive Fenian Rising in 1867. He was trapped in Kilcloony Wood near Mitchelstown, with another Corkman called Kelly and "Captain McClure", who was an American of Irish parentage (fought in the Civil War). Crowley was shot. The others were captured, sentenced to death but reprieved as a result of protests by the American Government.

Regards

p.s. Hope the formatting survives the process!

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27 Aug 01 - 05:48 AM (#535971)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Peter Crowley
From: GUEST,Martin Ryan

Thanks Jeff

12 Dec 10 - 08:39 PM (#3052142)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Peter Crowley^^
From: GUEST,mary power curran

My father taught me this song and I loved coning actoss these posts-
It brings back great memories of singsongs in John Pauls Pub,
Old Parish, Co. Waterford

Thanks to you all!

Slan Beo!

13 Dec 10 - 11:10 PM (#3052987)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Peter Crowley^^
From: Jim Dixon

There is a copy of the lyrics of this song in The Capuchin Annual, 1968. It is nearly the same as the version posted by Martin Ryan above, but with these differences:

Verse 1 line 1: As I roamed out...
Verse 1 line 2: ...to view a new-built tomb.
Verse 3 line 3: ...it's there you lay...
Verse 4 line 3: ...all both brave and true,
Verse 4 line 4: And we'll drive the English from our land as Irishmen can do.