SWEET COOTEHILL TOWN



Oh fare you well sweet Cootehill town,

The place where I was born and bred,

Through shady groves and flowery hills

My youthful fancy did serenade,

But now I'm bound for Amerikay,

A country that I never saw;

These pleasant scenes I'll always mind

When I am roving far away.



The pleasant hills near Cootehill town

Where I have spent my youthful days

Both day and night I took delight

In dancing and in harmless plays.

But while I rove from town to town

Fond memory in my mind shall stay

Of those pleasant happy youthful hours

That now are spent and passed away.

Perchance kind fate will reinstate,

And fortune's face upon me smile

To safe conduct me home again

To my own dear native Irish isle;

When all my comrades and friends likewise

Will gather round and to me say

"We'll sing and dance as in days gone by,

For you're welcome home from Amerikay."



from Songs of the Irish in America, Meek

@home @emigration @Irish @return

tune: Parting Glass

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