Dolores Keane - the Shores of Lough Bran

Dolores Keane sings the Shores of Lough Bran that she learned from the singing of County Fermanagh singer, flute and whistle player, Cathal McConnell, 1987.

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Lovely

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Sit you down loyal comrades, sit you down for a while, 'Til I spend my last hours in Erin's green isle. Come fill up your glasses and we'll drink hand in hand, For tomorrow I'll be leaving the shores of Lough Bran. There's my father and mother you can now hear their cry, With their tears bewailing, would moisten your eye. But I will assist them, please God, if I can, Far away from lovely Erin and the shores of Lough Bran. No more will I ramble 'round Hartnett's green hills, And the place I love dearest is down by the mill. It's great fertile valley where oft times I ran, And inhaled the fresh breezes round the shores of Lough Bran. Our fathers before us were forced for to roam, 'Twas the laws of coercion drove them from their home. But the Heavens made for Ireland a scheme and a plan, That sent our sons roaming like wild geese from Lough Bran. In the oncoming morning I'll be bidding adieu To Leitrim, Drumshanbo and sweet Carrick too. But no matter what fortunes I may make far away My thoughts will be with you by night and by day. My thoughts will be with you, while life's course is spanned, Far away from lovely Erin and the shores of Lough Bran.