Irish Famine - JIM CLARKE - Tell The Tale

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— Jim Clarke & Granny's Apples - Tell The Tale(C)

Ive been told a tale
Of a land that once failed
To provide for its own
The illusion of home
When the crops in the field
Neglected to yield
The one defense against hunger

To the ships bound for sea
Many poor familes
Without clothes on their back
In pain, starving below deck

At the dock in old York
A romantic from Cork
Caught a glimpse of the life
He would have had with his wife

Though she died he had tried
To save her from fate
Now shes there with a prayer
Knocking on heavens gate

All alone in this place
Like many more of his race
Irish men, need not apply
So the jobs passed him by
But he toiled and he slaved
And he scrimped and he saved
Every cent that hed earned
With the sweat of his brow

Broke his back bought a plot
Prayed to protect it from rot
Harvest moon saw his dream
Yield a crop that was clean

Many years may have passed
Now the money comes fast
Hes retired to his gentlemans corner

He is you, he is me
He could be a Kennedy
Far away from the home
That he once called his own
Say it clear, shout it loud if youre Irish be proud
Dignities, not for sale, pass it on, tell the tale

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