The Goal Of Clonmel
The Goal Of Clonmel
How hard is my fortune and vain my repining!
Thestrong rope of fate for this young neck is twining.
My strength is departed, my cheek sunk and sallow,
While I languish in chains in the goal of Cluain Meala.
My strength is departed, my cheek sunk and sallow,
While I languish in chains in the goal of Cluain Meala.
No boy in the village was ever yet milder,
I`dplay with a child and my sport would be wilder.
I`d dance without tiring from morning till even,
And the goalball I`d strike to the lightning in heaven!
I`d dance without tiring from morning till even,
And the goalball I`d strike to the lightning in heaven!
At my bedfoot decaying my hurlbat is lying,
Through the boys of the vollage my goalball is flying.
My horse `mongst the neighbors neglected my fallow,
While I pine in my chains in the goal of Cluain Meala.
My horse `mongst the neighbors neglected my fallow,
While I pine in my chains in the goal of Cluain Meala.
Next sunday the patron at home will be keeping,
And the young active hurlers the field will be sweeping.
With the dance of fair maidens the evening they`ll hallow.
While this heart, once so gay, shall be cold in Cluain Meala.
With the dance of fair maidens the evening they`ll hallow.
While this heart, once so gay, shall be cold in Cluain Meala.