Emigrant’s letter


Dear Danny, I’m taking the pen in me hand
To tell you we’re just out of sight of the land
In the grand Allan liner, I’m sailing in style
But I’m sailing away from the Emerald Isle
And a long sort of sigh seemed to come from us all
As the waves hit the last bit of ould Donegal
Oh, it’s well to be you that is taking your tea
Where they’re cutting the corn in Creeshla today

There’s a woman on board who knows Katie by sight
So we talked of ould times ’till they put out the light
I’m to meet the good woman tomorrow on deck
And we’ll talk about Katie from this to Quebec
I know I’m no match for her, oh not the least
With her house and two cows and her brother a priest
But the woman declares Katie’s heart’s on the sea
While mine’s with the reapers in Creeshla today

If Gaffney comes courting or John Michael Mick
Put a word in for me with a lump of a stick
Don’t kill Gaffney outright, he’s no kind of chance,
But Mickey’s a rogue you might murder at once
For Katie may think as the longer she waits
A boy in the hand is worth two in the States
And she’ll promise to honour, to love and obey
Some ruffian that’s roaming round Creeshla today

Goodbye to you Danny, no more’s to be said
And I think the salt water’s got into me head
For it drips from me eyes when I call to my mind
The friends and the colleen I’m leaving behind
And still she might wait; when I bid her goodbye
There was just the least taste of a tear in her eye
And a break in her voice when she said `You might stay
But please God you’ll come back to ould Creeshla some day’

Donegal 1

Songs of Donegal


Clip – Phillip Byrne



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Percy French