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peg clancy & bobby clancy - the jail of clonmel كلمات أغنية

[verse 1]
how hard is my fortune
and vain my repining
the strong rope of death
for this young neck is twining
my strength is departed
my cheek sunk and sallow
while i pine in my chains
in the jail of cluain meala

[verse 2]
no boy in the village
was ever yet milder
i’d play with a child
and my sport be no wilder
i’d dance without tiring
from morn till even
and my gold ball i’d strike
to the lightning of heaven

[verse 3]
at my bed_foot decaying
my hurley is lying
through the boys of the village
my gold ball is flying
my horse ‘mong the neighbours
neglected may fallow
while i languish in chains
in the jail of cluain mеala
[verse 4]
next sunday the patron
at home will bе keeping
the young active hurlers
the field will be sweeping
the dance of fair maidens
the evening will hallow
while this heart once so gay
will be cold in cluain meala

- peg clancy bobby clancy

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