I've visited French Furze in the Curragh recently , as yo walk you can see all the depressions in the ground where they slept, It was one of the most saddest yet peaceful places I've ever visited, so different to the battle ground sites. I've never experienced emotion like that before, no resolution for them.
@fergalreidy96694 жыл бұрын
super song, super music, super singer, so sad its all true, in our super county, and country, deserves more air play in these terrible times...........................
@kaybehan82484 жыл бұрын
One of my favourite songs although tragic ,,its haunting melody and lyrics ,will always make me realize how much we have to be thankful for .I have sung this myself at many public gatherings ,to make people aware of another part of our history Beautiful performance from Jane .
@joecassidy39822 жыл бұрын
That is the song
@eamonnlawlor1129 Жыл бұрын
Hi where could I get the lyrics . I am from the Curragh and would love to sing it . Thanks in advance
@eamonmacdonnell26277 жыл бұрын
THIS IS A BRILLIANT SONG WRITTEN BY THE GREAT VINNIE BAKER R,I,P, WITH EXCELLENT VOCALS BY JANE,,,,,, A CLASSIC,,,,,
@colmocinnseala883 ай бұрын
Powerful and so sad 😢
@cyrilpeter19583 жыл бұрын
This my all time favourite song.
@davejmanning5445 жыл бұрын
Absolutely Profound.
@lyndamorgan32073 жыл бұрын
The childer are crying for food, Sir It's been days since they last had a bite With the winter wind blowing through the furze, Sir There's some might not last through the night They drove us away from the town, Sir And out here where we wouldn't be seen Cast out by the good Christian people Like lepers unfit and unclean They call us the Wrens of the Curragh We live and we die in a hole For a penny I'd give you my body And for tuppence I'd sell you my soul It wasn't for this I was born, Sir As a girl I was healthy and strong I was happy to work on the land, Sir And I'd sing like a lark all day long But the landowner liked what he saw, Sir And he used me, he gave me a son Then cast me aside like a dog, Sir Without even a stitch of my own They call us the Wrens of the Curragh We live and we die in a hole For a penny I'd give you my body And for tuppence I'd sell you my soul If you're done with me Sir, thank you kindly Now go back to your God fearing wife To your big house and fine healthy children And I hope that you'll have a good life And when you pray to your God in the morning To forgive you for all of your sins Please spare a few thoughts in your prayers, Sir For me and the poor Curragh Wrens They call us the Wrens of the Curragh We live and we die in a hole For a penny I'd give you my body And for tuppence I'd sell you my soul
@gabhandebrun18713 жыл бұрын
Soul piercing great song sad it's true,but it is"what it is "
@denis99364 жыл бұрын
Such a beautiful song ❤️
@joejoekilbride91836 жыл бұрын
Heartbreaking to think of the miserable lives they led and most Irish people don’t even seem to have heard of them
@joecassidy39822 жыл бұрын
Thanku
@oleabsalonsen19907 жыл бұрын
my mothers and ancestors home,the curragh. doyle sent by mary paus.
@johnniejukebox8 жыл бұрын
fantastic!!X
@rockyroadblues1002 жыл бұрын
Nice one Frank ,every word is true ,sub for you keep safe .
@socratesgoulas903611 ай бұрын
So heartbreaking! Unfortunately many women and men suffer such life nowadays too.
Really beautiful but sad song.Good Christian Ireland ?
@TheThreshermansson10 жыл бұрын
in the words of the Belfast comedian Frank Carson "ireland ?..full of roman catholics, full of protestants,..but,very few christians" i thank my God im Irish disenter,..and free from the treacherous queen of england and her master, that draconian king of rome
@erryrollins7 жыл бұрын
Religion ain't good at all. I believe everyone should keep his faith to its own.
@rachelLadyD7 жыл бұрын
this was 1840s while the British ruled Ireland
@bernardjoyce96374 жыл бұрын
@@rachelLadyD What had that to do with local priests attacking them & cutting their hair off?
@rachelLadyD4 жыл бұрын
@@bernardjoyce9637 it was how the British Empire treated Irish women, they did not house them, bad priests like the other men ie bad British soldiers prey on the impoverished, weak and forgotten about..