Banks of the Moy

Lyrics

One day as I went to my rambles
From Swinford to sweet Ballylea
I met with a maid as I rambled
And her name, it was Mary Maghee
She sighed for the rights of old Ireland
Michael Davitt, my brave Irish boy
He is now in a prison in Portland
Far from the lovely sweet banks of the Moy

I quickly approached this fair maiden
Asked her what was the cause of her woe
And what was her reason for misery
That caused her from home for to roam
She sighed, for the rights of old Ireland
Michael Davitt, my brave Irish boy
He is now in a prison in Portland
Far from the lovely sweet banks of the Moy

Don’t you talk of your sweet ’67
We had brave men and true men also
There was young Peter Carney, God rest him
He died in Killarney, you know
He was trailed by mid-Ireland, Michael Davitt
’round the valleys and plains of Fermoy
And that’s why he’s in prison in Portland
Far from the lovely sweet banks of the Moy

And now to conclude and to finish
I hope that the day soon will come
When those cruel landlords and bailiffs
From the isle of St. Patrick must run
We will unfurl our green and gold banner
And to Ireland we’ll raise our head high
Then we will drink to our brave Michael Davitt
From the lovely sweet banks of the Moy


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Mayo

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Land League

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