Corrymeela.

Thames Star, Volume XLVII, Issue 10348, 22 April 1911, Page 5 (Supplement)

Corrymeela.

Over here in 'England I'm helping wi' the hay. Ah' I wisht I "way in Ireland the live-long day; Weary on the English hiy, an' sorra take the wheat,. O-ch! OcrryiuKti an' the blue sky t:\!er it.

There's a delep dumb river fluwhr iy beyont tho heavy trees, This livin' air-is moiithered wi' the bummin' o' the bee« ; I wisht I'd hear t!he Oaddayh burn gd funniu 1 through the peat PVu»b Ooa-rymieela., wi' the bluet sky cvter it.

The people that's in Elngland is riahcr nor the Jews, Tlieii'e's mA the smallest, young gossoon but travels in Ids sh.oas 1! I'd give the pipe Ibetlween me teeth to see a. 'baa-efuti leliild, ■Odi ! Cofiynieela. am? the low soft wind.

Here's hands so full of money an' lieiurta no full of oa.re, By tho ludk o Uwc! L'd still go light for all I did gfc>'blare, ' "Gcd saivef ye, oollesu tilhna." I said : ' " Hie girl she though.t me wild. Far CoiTynJieel-a, an' t-ho lcnv soft wind. D'ye mind me now, the song a.t night i.si moitial hai'd 1 to raise. Tho girls arc heavy goin' liere, the l,by>; are ill to phis?; When onest I'm ouii this workin' hire, 'tis I'll be hnck. again-— Ah, CJorrymeela., in the same soft rain.

The puff o' smoke from one old loof 'before an English town! For a shougii wid Andy Fcelun here I'd give a silv'eir crown, For a ciurl o' l»n.ir like Mollie'sJ, yell asik tJic like in vain, Kweeib C(.)rrymtielai, ai\' the same aloft rain.

—Mbiru, O'Neill