Songs from Connacht

Song Cycle by Herbert Hughes (1882 - 1937)

?. Rann of Exile [sung text not yet checked]

Nor right, nor left, nor any road I see a comrade face, 
Nor word to lift the heart in me I hear in any place; 
They leave me, who pass by me, to my loneliness and care, 
Without a house to draw my step nor a fire that I might share! 

Ochone, before our people knew the scatt'ring of the dearth, 
Before they saw potatoes rot and melt black in the earth, 
I might have stood in Connacht, on the top of Cruchmaelinn, 
And all around me I would see the hundreds of my kin.

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Note: revised in 1960 (not shown)

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?. The terrible robber men [sung text not yet checked]

O ! I wish the sun was bright in the sky, 
And the fox was back in his den, O ! 

For always I'm hearing the passing by 
Of the terrible robber men, O ! 

O ! what does the fox carry over the rye 
When it's bright in the morn again, O ! 

And what is it making the lonesome cry 
With the terrible robber men, O ! 

O ! I wish the sun was bright in the sky, 
And the fox was back in his den, O ! 

For always I'm hearing the passing by 
Of the terrible robber men, O ! 

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Total word count: 199