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Fenians of Cahirciveen

Fenians of Cahirciveen

 I am a bold Fenian from Cahirciveen,
 that late took my gun for to fight for the green;
 o'er mountains and woodlands I wandered along
 now I leave it alone and commence up my song.
 We marched to Kells station that lies near the strand
 where the sea rushes in with wild waves to the land;
 and then you may say we had courage go leor
 when Kells station was taken by the boys of Filemore.

 We were proud of our country, and our heroes so brave,
 and we spurned the false counsel that's given by the slave,
 who would sell his own country for comfort and gold,
 who would spy on his brothers the Fenians so bold.
 But the warm hand of friendship forever is seen
 in the soldiers of Ireland, who fight for the green,
 who scorn, 'fore the tyrants their heads to bend low,
 who strike dumb with terror the false Saxon foe.

 We spurned all their jails, and their turnkeys as well,
 as to turncoat informers, we'd sure give them hell,
 for we feared neither jail not the scaffold on high,
 and we'd sworn for ould Ireland to conquer or die;
 as to buckshot and powder, we'd plenty in store,
 and in deep, secret places, munitions go leor,
 there were no men more feared by the troops of the Queen,
 then the bold hearted Fenians of Cahirciveen.

 We were loved by young women, both buxom and strong,
 in their red-flannel petticoats singing a song,
 in their shawls and their bodices neatly arrayed,
 with their beautiful forms so correctly displayed,
 who would stir any man to great exploits of fame,
 to win for Ould Ireland a true honoured name,
 to fight for their honour before any Queen,
 like the true-hearted Fenians of Cahircivee.

 We marched all along and our guns we did load
 we then met a policeman, on horse-back he rode
 we asked him to surrender but the answer was 'No',
 and a ball from young Conway soon levelled him low,
 away we marched on and our guns did reload
 we met Father Meegan and for him low we bowed,
 he gave us his blessing saying 'God be your friend
 in the battle of Freedom on which you are bent.'

 Come shoulder your arms, come march and obey,
 but alas! We were beaten all on the next day
 our plans were found out by some dirty old spy
 and on Captain Moriarty they did cast an eye.
 Moriarty came in on the mail car next day
 to lead all our brave boys to join in the fray,
 to our greatest surprise he was marched into jail,
 which left us in sorrow our loss to bewail.

 'Gainst their grape shot and cannon we fought to the last,
 'spite their bayonets and red coats we stuck to our mast,
 tho' the peelers may march with their battering ram,
 for their batons and law, sure we don't give a damn!
 And their bailiffs may come, hedged around by cold steel,
 but one charge from our boys would make traitor heads reel,
 for the cleanest of fighters that ever were seen,
 were the true-hearted Fenians of Cahirciveen.

 Then it's off thro' the mountains we all took our course,
 our stomachs being slack and we had but bad clothes,
 we were in a number about sixty strong,
 surrounded by red coats for something went wrong,
 then hurrah for the Fenians of Cahirciveen,
 no bolder nor braver in Erin was seen;
 no soldiers more true to the banner of green
 than the true-hearted Fenians of Cahirciveen.

Song from Kerry. I know it from the singing of the Johnstons, on their 'The Barl
ey Corn' LP and their 'Ye Jacobites by Name' LP (identical LPs except for the na
 The Johnstons' notes to this song: 'A sketchy and rather incomplete account of
an abortive local
 uprising against the occupying British forces in Cahirciveen in West Kerry. The
 incongruous reason why the Redcoats triumphed was because "something went wrong
". We
 heard this song by the well known Ceolteoiri Cualann singer Sean O Se.'


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