Town of Athlone

Lyrics

In the town of Athlone there’s a young woman walking
And wrapped ’round her baby, a shawl as she speaks
Of the passing of rings to the uniformed soldiers
The price of a ribbon, their fortune to speak

Ah, their fortune, she speaks and she speaks of a river
Whose silvery barrows and moorlands beneath
Where a gun battle raged and the hero for Ireland
Soon would lie down dead, dead at her feet

At the feet of the virgin in the grotto of Annah
She sings to her baby in old styles bequeath
As she lilts and laments and enchants all in hearing
With songs of her people and melodies sweet

Sweet silvery Nore river is rolling
Over an Irish soldier’s grave
And the vestry bells are tolling
Over the ashes of his grave

In the freeborn land of the travelling people
Lies Nicholas Mullins, the pride of Cullbawn
Yet unmarked beside him, the bride of his union
Who carried our music in a black gypsy shawl

Sweet silvery Nore river is rolling
Over an Irish soldier’s grave
And the vestry bells are tolling
Over the ashes of his grave


Notes

Sean Hartley and Nicholas Mullins were killed in the Coolbawn Ambush near Castlecomer in County Kilkenny on 18 June 1921, The ambush of Black and Tans who were escorting explosives to nearby mines was set on the orders of Michael Collins to alleviate pressure on his IRA forces operating in Tipperary and Cork.


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County

Westmeath

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Requiem

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