The Jail Of Cluan Meala

Traditional

How hard is my fortune, how vain my repining
The strong rope of fate for my young neck is twining
My strength is departed, my cheeks sunk and sallow
While I languish in chains in the jail of Cluan Meala

No boy in the village was ever yet milder
I could play with a child and my sport be no wilder
I could dance without tiring from morning till evening
And my goalball I'd strike to the lightning of heaven

At my bed foot decaying my hurley is lying
Through the lads of the village my goalball is flying
My horse 'mong the neighbours neglected may fallow
While this heart young and gay lies cold in Cluan Mеala

Next Sunday the pattern at homе will be keeping
All the lads of the village the fields will be sweeping
And the dance of fair maidens the evening will hallow
While this heart young and gay lies cold in Cluan Meala

Curiosités sur la chanson The Jail Of Cluan Meala de The Dubliners

Quand la chanson “The Jail Of Cluan Meala” a-t-elle été lancée par The Dubliners?
La chanson The Jail Of Cluan Meala a été lancée en 1973, sur l’album “Plain and Simple”.
Qui a composé la chanson “The Jail Of Cluan Meala” de The Dubliners?
La chanson “The Jail Of Cluan Meala” de The Dubliners a été composée par Traditional.

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