Bridie Gallagher - Cuttin' the Corn in Creeslough (1967) | Текст песни

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• Cuttin' the Corn in Creeslough (1967)

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.
A strange sort of sigh seemed to come from us all
As the waves hid the lad bit of auld Donegal
Oh it's well to be you that is takin' yer tay,
Where they're cuttin' the corn in Creeslough today.

There's a woman on board who knows Katie by sight
And we talked of auld times 'till they put out the light
I'm to meet the good woman tomorra' on deck
Sure we'll talk about Katie from this to Quebec.
I know I'm not match for her, no, not in 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 mines with the reapers round Creeslough the day.

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 murther at once
For Katie may think as the longer she waites
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 Creeslough the day.

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 mind
The friends and the coleen 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 auld Creeslough some day.'

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