SLIEVE GALLEN BRAES



As I went out one morning all in the month of May

To view all your mountains and valleys so gay,

I was thinking of the flowers all a-going to decay

That bloom around you, bonny, bonny Slieve Gallen Braes.



Full oftimes I have wandered with my dog and my gun,

To view all your mountains and your valleys for fun,

But those days they now are gone, and I am far away,

So farewell unto you bonny, bonny, Slieve Gallen Braes.



My name is young MacGarvey, as you will understand,

I have a small farm and it's very good land,

But the rents are getting higher and I can no longer stay

So farewell unto you bonny, bonny, Slive Gallen Braes.



It wasn't the lack of employment alone,

That caused the poor sons of old Erin to roam,

But it was the cruel landlords who drove us all away

So farewell unto you bonny, bonny, Slive Gallen Braes.



from Songs of the Irish in America, Meek

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