The Dubliners - The Jail Of Cluan Meala lyrics

[The Dubliners - The Jail Of Cluan Meala lyrics]

How hard is my fortune, how vain my repining
The strong rope of fate for
My young neck is twining
My strength is departed
My cheeks sunk and sallow
While I languish in chains in
The jail of Cluan Meala

No boy in the village was ever yet milder
I could play with a child and
My sport be no wilder
I could dance without tiring
From morning till evening
And my goalball I'd strike to
The lightning of heaven

At my bed foot decaying my hurley is lying
Through the lads of the village
My goalball is flying
My horse 'mong the neighbours
Neglected may fallow


While this heart young and gay
Lies cold in Cluan Mеala

Next Sunday the pattern at
Homе will be keeping
All the lads of the village
The fields will be sweeping
And the dance of fair maidens
The evening will hallow
While this heart young and gay
Lies cold in Cluan Meala

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