The Glen Of Aherlow Teclado

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My name is Patrick Sheehan, and my years are thirty-four 
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Tipperary is my native place, not far from Galtymore 
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I came of honest parents, but now they’re lying low 
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Though many’s the pleasant days we spent in the Glen of Aherlow 

 
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My father died; I closed his eyes outside the cabin door 
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For the landlord and the sheriff too were there the day before 
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And then my loving mother and my sisters three also 
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Were forced to go with broken hearts from the Glen of Aherlow 


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For three long months, in search of work, I wandered far and near 
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I then went to the poorhouse to see my mother dear 
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The news I heard near broke my heart, but still in all my woe 
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I blessed the friends who made their graves in the Glen of Aherlow 

 
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Bereft of home and kith and kin, with plenty all around 
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I starved within my cabin, and slept upon the ground 
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But cruel as my lot was, I never did hardship know 
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’til I joined the English army, far away from Aherlow 


 
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‘Rouse up there’, cried the corporal, ‘Ya lazy Irish hound 
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Why don’t you hear the bugle, its call to arms to sound ?’ 
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I found I had been dreaming of the days long, long ago 
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And I woke upon Sebastopol, and not in Aherlow 


 
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I tried to find my musket, how dark I thought the night 
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O blessed God, it wasn’t dark, it was the broad daylight 
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And when I found that I was blind, my tears began to flow 
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And I longed for even a pauper’s grave in the Glen of Aherlow 

 
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A poor neglected mendicant, I wander Dublin’s streets 
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My nine months’ pension it being out, I beg from all I meet 
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As I joined my country’s tyrants, my face I can never show 
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Amongst my dear old neighbors in the Glen of Aherlow. 


 
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So Irish youths, dear countrymen, take heed in what I say 
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For if you join the English ranks, you’ll surely rue the day 
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And whenever you’re tempted, a-soldiering to go 
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Remember poor blind Sheehan from the Glen of Aherlow