This songs is from the youtube video of the Cappamore Senior Citizens Party 1989. I have no idea of the proper name of the song or who wrote it. Cappamore is in Co. Limerick.
1939 As the Winter drew near
The Warm clowds orr europe began to appear The ships on the oceans could not come to our shores The word went around “theres no coal for cappamore” Then the council sent word for to assemble all men The bogs must be opened and worked once again There is turf on the hill it is there to be seen And soon we were bound for the bog in Grageen Being broke from the dole we answered the call The grub it was scarce and the oul rations were lean We woke from our slumbers and came in great numbers To join the brigade for the bog in Grageen We had corbet the grocer the lawlore the bauder And O Neen O’ Donnell from up the fair green We had laheys and faheys we’d ryans and mulcahys As fair a contingment that ever was seen We Gorman the ganger and Murphy the trigger We had little Johnny Moricey up from Coneen We had men of distinction like Marshal the thinker Consenting to work on the bog in Grageen Oh we left sure our homes in the town of Cappamore For to walk to that bog it was five miles or more We skipped orr the meadows, the valleys and streams To be there for the work on top of Grageen Oh they came from Tower Hill, Pallas beg and Dromkeen From ein cappwhite and from old Pallasgreen And from famed Ballyneaty where Sarsfield had been Oh they winded there way up the slopes of Grageen Oh you joked and you talked as you went on your way If your legs they got tired sure twas back you must stay You puas to go home you betricks and between You were docked a quarter day for being late in Grageen If you started to work you were greifed on your pain If the weather stays fine youll get by all the day Your blessed with good luck while the sun can be seen If it rains on that day on the slopes of Grageen When dinner time came sure the fireman would say Bring along your long bread and half ounce of tea He get you a meal it would be fit for a queen But I doubt that she would dine on the bog of Grageen When Lunch you had taken your spirits would rise Man a thought an oul ganger* he would look up at the sky
Ganger* means the man in charge of a group of men, usually on a building site.
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