This a beautiful song about the way County Kerry was in the 1940`s.
Oh, God be with you Kerry, Where in childhood we were merry; when we’d hear the fiddler tuning up’ And resining his bow. At the crossroads we’d be dancing, And our colleens shyly glancing, Just like their dads and mothers did, in Kerry long ago.
Now my heart is sad and weary, In my dreams I see my Mary; With her golden tresses flying, On her cheeks the rosy glow. I can hear her softly singing, With Phil Hal pin’s fiddle ringing, As he played “The Stack of Barley”, in Kerry long ago.
We’d go down to Mary’s dairy, With hearts so light and airy; At the churn we’d take our turn, Till the butter would o’er flow. To the kitchen we’d retire, And seek out the biggest liar, Just to tell us fairy stories, Of old Kerry long ago.
Then we’d stroll home in the moonlight, And our
colleens’waists we’d hug tight; Just to save them from the fairies, In the
raheen down below. Then we’d say goodnight and kiss them, We’d go home and pray
God bless them, The sweethearts of our boyhood days, In Kerry long ago.
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