Paddy McGuigan The Glen Of Aherlow

A ballad for Dinny Lacey who was shot by free state troops in the Glen of Aherlow 1923.

[@tonylennon7979]

Beautiful Ballad. Another reminder of Paddy's great legacy. RIP.

[@seanrielley185]

It's amazing how many Irish Freedom ballads Paddy McGuigan wrote. "who wrote this one? Oh who else, McGuigan". This particular one is a hard track to find. I've always felt it was in reference to Dinny Lacy. Republicans in civil war in general, but Lacy in particular. Haunting ballad... TAL

[@jofasable]

Great men and women.

[@odonnchada9994]

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[@daver8521]

A very brave man.

[@seanfarrell971]

BRILLIANT TRIBUTE TO DENIS LACEY AND ALL THOSE YOUNG REPUBLICANS LIKE MY UNCLE THOMAS LENNON AGE 19 WHO GAVE THERE LIVES IN IRELANDS FIGHT FOR FREEDOM..

[@siobhanmagee6088]

He is actually my great uncle no joke

[@randybyrne4865]

Had the pleasure of meeting Paddy and the Barleycorn in Dublin in 1974. I lived at the time in Ranelagh and the boys played the Chariot Inn then. Great times.

[@Kizular]

I’m related to him through his sister. My grandad is the spitting image of him haha

[@johnemerson5428]

You’re great uncle was a great man. You should be very proud.

[@FoothillsFreedom]

Anyone have lyrics / chords on this?

[@markkavanagh4457]

Key of D easy enough to learn..

[@Bulshie]

On a mountain wild and airy stood a brave young volunteer By his side his darling Mary fondly tied his bandolier On his shoulder she lay crying: “Oh, my love, please do not go For I know that men are dying in the Glen of Aherlow.” “I must go the way I’m hounded from the home and friends I know For my comrades are surrounded in the Glen of Aherlow” As he walked away to glory, to return she knew not when, Sounds like thunder told the story of the fighting in the glen And the sound of rifles firing filled her sweet young heart with fear Mary breathed a prayer to heaven for her brave young volunteer “I must go the way I’m hounded from the home and friends I know For my comrades are surrounded in the Glen of Aherlow” On a mountain wild and airy in the land he loved the best, His young comrades and his Mary gently laid him down to rest There a lonely watch she’s keeping while her young heart cries its fill For although he lies a’sleeping, far away she hears him still: “I must go the way I’m hounded from the home and friends I know For my comrades are surrounded in the Glen of Aherlow”

[@TheToolnut]

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