Talking Cavan

Lyrics

A while ago, I chanced to roam
To the place my great granddad called home
It wasn’t that much I saw that day
But I learned I whole lot along the way
I was going to Ireland; retracing my family footsteps
Digging up roots, you could call them tubers

The closer to the root of my family tree
The more people seemed to look like me
Saw a sign saying Mollie O’Brien’s bar
I knew right then I couldn’t be that far
I went in there and asked for beer
He pours this black stuff, he says ‘cheers”
Guinness gives you strength, he said
I’ll tell you friends it’s like drinking bread

There’s a loaf in every pint
I was feeling strong
Felt like I wanted to sing a song

My whistle was wet and my tongue was loose
When the barman asked, how come I’d choose
To travel such a long, long way
On such a cold and rainy day
I said ‘I’m going up to Kingscourt town
That’s in County Cavan, to look around
My great granddaddy came from there
I want to see if the old home place is still there
Well, he shook his head up and down
And then side to side and then he turned around, and said
‘A Cavan man then; you know,
a lot of people wouldn’t admit to that’

I figured I’d save a little hassle
So I booked a room nearby in a fancy castle
Had a hard time getting my dinner there
It was full of these people with light blonde hair
Danish tourists; two big busloads of them
Now the owner of the place, his hair was black
When I talked to him, I didn’t get much back
His people are what you call ‘West Brits’
They’re the ones that treated my people like dirt
That’s what lead to the Irish civil war
I didn’t know I’d come back for a little bit more
His nose was way up in the air
but he took my money all the same

That night I dreamed I saw the ghost
Of the one I’d rather have as host
It was Tom O’Brien walking round the cabin
There in Kingscourt town in County Cavan
Then the very next day in the hardware store
I found a cousin ten times removed or more
But he was no apparition, he wasn’t a saint
He was selling nuts and bolts and paint
I told him about our family connection
And he kinda stood there still reflecting
I could tell he wasn’t that much impressed
When he asked me with nary a trace of jest
He said, ‘How exactly may I help you sir ?”
I just bought some nails and got the hell out of there

Then later that day after some detecting
I found the lane in the rural section
It matched the picture in my dad’s scrap book
And my heart beat faster as I drove to look
The sun burst through the clouds just then
As I gazed at the current residents
It was a little sheep dog and an old milk cow
Yeah, the old home place is an old barn now
It’s ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Thatched roof to tin roof, and tin roof to rust


Notes

Written by Tim O’Brien


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County

Cavan

Song Themes

Emigration

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