Cushlough Boys

By Patrick Tunney

Air:  Seán O’Farrell
Come all you loyal Irish boys wherever you may stand,
Think of your lovely mountains and bonnie Ireland.
Although you are gone foreign my blessing on you pour,
Who loved your dear ancestors on lovely Leenane shore.
On the 15th day of August a meeting was held there,
Ó Máille from Kilmilkin to it he did prepare.
He gazed upon the mountains he so often travelled o’er,
But now he is in Parliament far, far from Leenane shore.
The leaguers from all places came to listen to the speech,
The street was filled with bonnier and small boats on the beach.
They sailed all over the Killary as they often did before,
For the navy and the sailors both land on Leenane shore.
And drawing near the famous town I heard the leaguers say,
When the Galway grazers saw them come they all ran away.
They thought it was Paul Knuger and all his fighting horde,
Who came here to kill all grazers that day in Leenane shore.
Those were the friends and neighbours that you may plainly see,
That started out that morning from Carrakennedy.
So the grabber and the grazer were divided to the core,
By Ó Máille and his Cushlough boys that day on Leenane shore.

This poem is either written by Patrick Tunney or to him