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The Holy Ground sung by Mary Black. Farewell my lovely Johnny, a thousand times adieu You are going away from the Holy Ground And the ones that love you true You will sail the salt seas over And then return for sure To see again the ones you love And the Holy Ground once more.
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The Holy Groundsung by Mary Black Farewell my lovely Johnny, a thousand times adieu You are going away from the Holy Ground And the ones that love you true You will sail the salt seas over And then return for sure To see again the ones you love And the Holy Ground once more
The Holy Groundsung by Mary Black You're on the salt sea sailing And I am safe behind Fond letters I will write to you The secrets of my mind And the secrets of my mind, my love You're the one that I adore Still I live in hopes you'll see The Holy Ground once more
The Holy Groundsung by Mary Black I see the storm arising And it's coming quick and soon And the night's so dark and cloudy You can scarcely see the moon And the secrets of my mind, my love You're the one that I adore And still I live in hopes you'll see The Holy Ground once more
The Holy Groundsung by Mary Black But now the storms are over And you are safe and well We will go into a public house And we'll sit and drink our fill We will drink strong ale and porter And we'll make the rafters roar And when our money it is all spent You'll go to sea once more You're the one that I adore And still I live in hopes that you'll see The Holy Ground once more
Galway Baysung by Dolores Keane It's far away I am today From scenes I roamed a boy And long ago the hour, I know I first saw Illinois But time nor tide, nor waters wide, Could wean my heart away Forever true it flies to you My own dear Galway Bay
Oh, grey and bleak, by shores and creek, The rugged rocks abound, But sweet and green the grass between As grows on Irish ground. The friendship found, all wealth abound, And the love that lives always, Bless every home beside your foam, My own dear Galway Bay.
Had I youth's blood and hopeful mood And a heart of fire once more, For all the gold the world might hold, I'd never leave your shore; I'd be content with whatever God sent, With neighbors old and grey, And I'd lay my bones 'neath churchyard stones, Beside you, Galway Bay.
The blessings of a poor old man Be with you night and day, The blessing of a lonely man Whose heart will soon be clay. It's all of Heaven I‘ll ask of God Upon my dying day: My soul to soar for evermore Above you, Galway Bay.
SAINTS, SCHOLARS, AND SCHIZOPHRENICS: MENTAL ILLNESS IN RURAL IRELAND Nancy Scheper-Hughes