Introduction spoken
We see it on our TV,the Symptoms we know
well
Despair on human faces,as children’s
belly’s swell
And Ireland’s
generous memory so marked with
Painfull Stains
Responds with helpful kindness to relieve
the hunger pains
Communications see to it no famine now
is hidden
And victory for concerning hands sees none Balance Hidden.
Ah!
But Doolough
No guarding Souls could hear the stressful
cries
And generations- pass us by and tears
are still disguised
Oh the Famine was to Ireland
just one more hate-
ful crush
That started with plantations and Cromwell’s
cruel push.
The coercion of the Union a parliment denied
No native voice to speak for rights saw
miserysup-
plied.
The absentee the bailiff and gombeen
men Galore
Reduced a noble people to beggars by
the Score.
And mansions gold and riches saw England’s
Rulers fed
While Ireland’s
Fields and ditches were littered with
Our dead.
Chorus
No ears could hear the crying and the
powerful
men were deaf
And eyes that seen the dying saw seeds
of hate were left
The shuffling feet of innocents surrendered
on the road.
No bowl of maize but roadside graves,
Relieved those starving hoards.
Oh Doolough you remind us with the valley
of your name
How power n’ greed and bigotry
made skeletons of shame.
The women and the children who ate turnips
in the field.
Whose lips were seen of grassy green
They
searched the fields for weeds.
Their death it mattered little,
A
millon mabey two.
To the rulers and Victoria was like Hitler
to the Jew.
Potato crops they failed, we’re
told there’s nothing
Could bedone.
And soup it would bei offered where the
Papish
Church is strong.
T’would never bee accepted in Sommerset
or Kent
That they perished on the roadside,
And sold their food for rent.
Chorus
No ears could hear the crying and the
powerfull
Men were deaf
And eyes that seen the dying saw seeds
of hate were left
The shuffling feet of innocents surrendered
on the road
No bowl of maize but roadside graves
relieved
Those starving hoards.
Oh Doolough you remind us with the valley
of your name.
How power n’ greed and bigotry
made Skeletons of shame.
No Monuments remember, the ships of death
that sailed.
And some survived to work and toil,
Where others may have failed.
To Quebec’s
streams of liberty,to Pampas grass so tall.
Went
the children of the Famine where.
Freedoms bell would call.
The coffin Chips and Cholera and sea
it claimed its share
In the year of 1850 Ireland’s
towns and street’s were bare.
And to the Great Hunger when children
starved to death,
And Doolough remember County
Mayo,
Where men and women wept.
Last Chorus as above.
