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Sean O'Dhuibhir A' Gleanna

  • (Patrick Augustine Sheehan / Trad)

    After Aughrim's great disaster
    When the foe in sooth was master
    Twas you that first rushed in and swam
    The Shannon's fearful flood
    And through Slieve Bloom's dark passes
    You wove your gallowglasses
    Although the hungry Saxon wolves
    Were howling for our blood

    And as you crossed Tipp'rary
    You rised the Clann O'Leary
    And drove a creach before them
    As their horsemen onward came
    Through flood and light we gored them
    As with our swords and spears we bored them
    Ah, but Sean O Duibhir an Ghleanna
    We were worsted in the game

    Long, long we kept the hillside
    Our couch hard by the rill-side
    The sturdy knotted oaken bough
    Our curtain overhead
    The summer's blaze we scoffed at
    The winter snows we laughed at
    And trusted in our long steel swords
    To win us daily bread

    Till the Dutchman's troops came round us
    With fire and sword they bound us
    They fired the woods and mountains
    Till the very clouds were flame
    Yet our sharped swords cut through them
    In their very hearts we hewed them
    Ah, but Sean O Duibhir an Ghleanna
    We were worsted in the game

    Here's a health to your and my king
    To the monarch of our liking
    And to Sarsfield underneath whose flag
    We'll cast once more a chance
    For the morning dawn will wing us
    Across the seas and bring us
    To take our stand and wield a brand
    Among the sons of France

    And though we part in sorrow
    Still Sean O Duibhir an Ghleanna
    Our cry is, God save Ireland
    And pour blessings on her name
    May her sons be true and needed
    May they never feel as we did
    Ah, but Sean O Duibhir an Ghleanna
    We were worsted in the game

    (as sung by Mick West)

Susannes Folksong-Notizen

  • [1969:] The battle [of Knockdoe] was the largest fought in Ireland by gallowglasses, the “axemen”, and is seen as the end of their prominence in Irish martial history. (Hayes-McCoy, Irish Battles: A Military History of Ireland 66)

  • [1995:] Written at the turn of the century by Canon Patrick Augustine Sheehan [d. 1913] to a superb traditional Irish air and is from the excellent Irish/Glasgow singer Kevin Mitchell. (Notes Mick West, 'Fine Flowers and Foolish Glances')



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