The Evictions - Pat Gallagher - Goats Dont Shave Spoken – Lo in the wilds of Donegal, where heather bloom is bred, round lake and cliff, on moor and mean, onto the mountains head. Our cabin homes, our natal homes our kindreds homes were they. Lay ruined by the minions of the spoiler of Glenveagh My Name it is Sweeney a father of two sons I am, A cottier tenant like many a true mountain man, My wife fell to famine and my heart will never repair, But worse was to come in the form of a John George Adair. The news in the valley a stranger had bought up the land, Soon twenty eight thousand acres he would command, But we were to learn that the blood in his body ran cold, For the suffering of the poor was John Adair s goal. Chorus The Hills and the mountains know your name, The deer even hang their heads in shame, and even the longest winters rain, Cant wash away all the suffering and pain, Of the Evictions at Derryveagh. You swore on us lies, you had us arrested and jailed For the murder of Murray your agent, but justice prevailed But vengeance was feasting inside of your cold Scottish heart So the notice was given, people and land they must part One morning in April 1861 Two hundred soldiers their bayonets shone in the sun Led by the sheriff they marched with the Crowbar brigade And a widow, six daughters, a son, first homeless were made Repeat Chorus Two hundred and forty four people made homeless that day While John Adairs castle was planned for the shores of Loch Veagh Some to the poorhouse, some to Australias shore But all said goodbye to a homeland theyd see never more Repeat Chorus https://youtube/watch?v=ThUoxxLzaDA photo: Cronaniy Burn, Derryveagh Mountain, Donegal
Posted on: Thu, 20 Mar 2014 21:14:51 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015