The Lovely Sweet Woodlands of Ower Farewell to the valley with the old Gaelic Alley I’ll remember wherever I go I’ll not forget forever the little Black River That flows between Galway and Mayo. Where the old Abbey stands and the little bridge spans Those waters bright and clear Where the lads they will dance and colleens shyly glance Then who could be lonely hear. But alas I must rove from the land I so love God grant me the power to return once more To the scenes I adore In the lovely sweet woodlands of Ower. I will never forget the lads I met And the tricks they used to play As the sun went down on Headford town But alas I cannot stay. Along Ower More I will ramble o’er Those fields that I loved to cross. With the Abbey in sight on a green little height Stand the old grey ruins of Ross. I’ll view the walls of its ancient halls And I’ll climb its lonely tower For a farewell view of the valleys through The lovely sweet woodlands of Ower. I would like to roam o’er the Claran road When the sun is sinking down And the Corrib I view with its ancient hue On my way to Headford town. The colleens deas on the road I pass At the crossroads dances there Until Father Conn he will call them on With the evening bell to prayer. Farewell once more to the Corrib’s shore And to every fair found flower That blooms among the old and young In the lovely sweet woodlands of Ower. I’ll remember the fun with the fife and drum And the boys who beat the band As they march and drill o’er valley and hill In the struggle for Ireland And if they die, let the green flag fly Should freedom fail to smile Their sons will come with another drum To form the rank and file. Then come along when you hear this song For unity gives great power With the help of God we’ll free each sod Of the lovely sweet woodlands of Ower. youtube/watch?v=cpiN_RfmGUw
Posted on: Sun, 19 Oct 2014 18:47:04 +0000
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