Blackbird of Slane

Lyrics

I was walking one day by the banks of the Boyne
By a long leafy wall and a castle so fine
When I heard a small bird singing high on a tree
And it seamed at the time she was singng to me

And I thought she sang ‘Traveller, where have you come from?
Have you been near the green grassy place called The Somme?
Or on Flander’s fair fields or that long lonely plain
Where they laid my young Ledwidge, my Blackbird of Slane’

On wild Connemara, the breezes blow free
And they hold many heartaches and memories for me
Oh my prince and my poet, he perished in vain
My beautiful Francis, my Blackbird of Slane

All those words left unwritten, those songs left unsung
Dunsany’s bright star from the heavens has gone
And the cruel war raging far over the sea
Has stolen my Ledwidge, my Blackbird from me

Oh these are the words and the waters below
And here lies a stone on the hillside above
And along in each field and each green country lane
Beats the heart of my hero, my Blackbird of Slane

On wild Connemara, the breezes blow free
And they hold many heartaches and memories for me
Oh my prince and my poet, you’ll always remain
My beautiful Francis, my Blackbird of Slane


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County

Meath

Song Themes

World War 1

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