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The Cappamore Song

10/18/2022

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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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