Eoin Butler: writer, journalist and Mayoman of the Year
Tripping Along The Ledge
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When I’m in charge, this scene will be replicated in classrooms the world over:
Ideally, the teacher wouldn’t look like she was being forced to sing the song at gunpoint. But sure you can’t have it all. If you’re not from Mayo and you fancy singing along, the lyrics are:
Oh, the green and red of Mayo
I can see it still
From the soft and craggy bog lands
To the tall majestic hills
Where the ocean kisses Ireland
And the waves caress its shore
Oh, the feeling it came over me
And stayed forever moreFrom its rolling coastal waters
I can see Croagh Patrick’s peak
Where one Sunday every summer
The pilgrims climb the reek
Where Saint Patrick in his solitude
Looked down upon Clew Bay
And with the ringing of his bell
He called the faithful there to prayOh, take me to Clare Island
The home of Gráinne Mhaol
Its waters harbour fishes
From the herring to the whale
And now I must depart it
And reality is plain
May the time not pass so slowly
Before I set sail againThe green and red of Mayo
I can see it still
Its soft and craggy bog lands
Its tall majestic hills
Where the ocean kisses Ireland
And the waves caress its shore
Oh, the feeling it came over me
And stayed forever moreForever more
February 17th, 2011 at 10:59 pm
brilliant!!! where did ya manage ta pull this out of????
February 17th, 2011 at 11:16 pm
Is this Fergal Walsh that I trained (I think) at U-10 level years and years ago? If so, how you getting on? Great to hear from you! I got it off Imelda Flynn’s Facebook. She got it from Anne Marie Keane’s. I’ve no idea where Anne Marie got it from.