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Songs from Connacht

Song Cycle by Herbert Hughes (1882 - 1937)

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

Language: English 
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.

Text Authorship:

  • by Padraic Colum (1881 - 1972), "A Rann of Exile", appears in Wild Earth, first published 1907

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Note: revised in 1960 (not shown)

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

Language: English 
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 ! 

Text Authorship:

  • by Padraic Colum (1881 - 1972), "The terrible robber men", appears in Wild Earth, first published 1907

See other settings of this text.

Please note: this text, provided here for educational and research use, is in the public domain in Canada and the U.S., but it may still be copyright in other legal jurisdictions. The LiederNet Archive makes no guarantee that the above text is public domain in your country. Please consult your country's copyright statutes or a qualified IP attorney to verify whether a certain text is in the public domain in your country or if downloading or distributing a copy constitutes fair use. The LiederNet Archive assumes no legal responsibility or liability for the copyright compliance of third parties.

Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
Total word count: 190
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