Key signature: Fmajor
Submitted on June 26th 2006 by George Seto.
This tune has been added to 19 tunebooks.
Also known as Kilkelly.
Recordings of a tune by this name:
X: 1
T: Kilkelly, Ireland
M: 4/4
L: 1/8
R: reel
K: Fmaj
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-D3DDD3|-DE2F4F|FF2E2D2E|-E3EEE2D|-DC2D4D|-D4DA2A|
-A3AAA2G|-GF2G4G|GG2F2E2F|-F3FFF2G|-GF2E4E|-E4EA,2D|
-D3DDD3|-DE2F4F|FF2E2D2E|-E3EEE2D|-DC2D4D|-DD/||
Kilkelly,Ireland - Peter Jones
Song written by Peter & Steve Jones after finding letters written to their grandfather from their great-grandfather in Ireland.
Em G D Em
Em G D Em
G D C Bm7
Em G D Em
G D C Bm7
Em G D Em
Kilkelly Ireland, eighteen and sixty. My dear and lovin' son John:
Your good friend the schoolmaster Pat McNamara, so good as to write these words down.
Your brothers have all gone to find work in England. The house is so empty and sad.
The crop of potatoes is sorely affected, a third to a half of them bad.
And your sister Bridget and Patrick O'Donnell are goin' to be married in June.
Your mother says not to work on the railroad, and be sure to come on home soon.
Kilkelly Ireland, eighteen and seventy. My dear and lovin' son John:
Hello to your missus and to your four children, that they may grow healthy and strong.
Michael has got in a wee bit of trouble. I suppose he never will learn.
Because of the dampness, there's no turf to speak of and now we have nothing to burn.
And Bridget is happy you named the child for her, although she's got six of her own.
You say you've found work, but you don't say what kind, or when you'll be comin' home.
Kilkelly Ireland, eighteen and eighty. Dear Michael and John, my sons:
I'm sorry to give you the very sad news that your dear old mother has gone.
We buried her down at the church in Kilkelly. Your brothers and Bridget were there.
You don't have to worry. She died very quickly. Remember her in your prayers.
And it's so good to hear that Michael's returning with money. He's sure to buy land,
For the crop has been poor and the people are selling for any price that they can.
Kilkelly Ireland, eighteen and ninety. My dear and lovin' son John:
I suppose that I must be close on eighty. It's thirty years since you've gone.
Because of all of the money you sent me, I'm still living' out of my own.
Michael has built himself a fine house, and Bridget's daughters have grown.
And thank you for sendin' your family picture. They're lovely young women and men.
You say you might even come for a visit. What a joy to see you again!
Kilkelly Ireland, eighteen and ninety-two. My dear brother John:
I'm sorry I didn't write sooner to tell you that father has gone.
He was living with Bridget. She said he was cheerful and healthy right down to the end,
And you should have seen him play with the grandchildren, of Pat McNamara your friend.
And we buried him alongside of mother, down at Kilkelly churchyard.
He was a strong and a feisty old man, considering that life is so hard.
And it's funny the way he kept talkin' about you. He called for you at the end.
And why don't you think about comin' to visit? We'd all love to see you again.
# Posted on June 26th 2006 by George Seto
Time
Isn't this in 3/4 time?
# Posted on November 25th 2006 by An Fìdhlear
Oops
Nevermind
# Posted on November 25th 2006 by An Fìdhlear
Kilkelly Ireland
I recommend check out the following website - it's interesting background to the song and Pat McNamara the school master.
http://www.hoganstand.com/general/identity/extras/roots/stories/kilkelly.htm
# Posted on June 29th 2007 by Cormac Coyne