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Kilkelly
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Kilkelly, Ireland, eighteen and sixty
My dear and loving son John
Your good friend the schoolmaster Pat McNamara’s
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 infected
A third to a half of them bad
And your sister Brigid and Patrick O`Donnell
Are going 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 loving son John
Hello to your missus and to your four children
May they grow healthy and strong
Michael has got in a wee bit of trouble
I suppose that he never will learn
Because of the dampness there's no turf to speak of
And now we have nothing to burn
Brigid is happy you named a child for her
Although she's got six of her own
You say you found work but you don't say what kind
Or when you'll be coming home
Kilkelly, Ireland, eighteen and eighty
Dear Michael and John my sons
I'm sorry to give you the sad news
That your dear mother has gone
We buried her down at the church in Kilkelly
Your brothers and Brigid 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
At any price they can
Kilkelly, Ireland, eighteen and ninety
My dear and loving 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 on my own
Michael has build himself a fine house
And Brigid’s daughters are grown
And thank you for sending your family picture
They're lovely young woman and men
You say that you might even come for a visit W
hat 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 passed on
He was living with Brigid she says he was cheerful
And healthy right down to the end
Ah, you should have seen him playing with the grandchildren
Of Pat McNamara your friend
And we buried him alongside of mother
Down at Kilkelly churchyard
He was a strong and feisty old man
Considering his life was so hard
And it’s funny the way he kept talking about you
He called for you at the end
Oh why don't you think about coming to visit
We’d all love to see you again
Words and Music by Peter Jones (copyright control)
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Peter Pan And Me
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We knew we faced the power that comes from money
When we marched against the empire's mighty schemes
They were armed with special powers and legislation
While we were armed with youth and foolish dreams
But it seemed so right in Derry all that summer
When we took them on and built our barricades
We were an army dressed in faded jeans and sandals
Too young and full of pride to be afraid
And we believed in things like justice, truth, and freedom
And we believed we had a right to liberty
And we believed that we could build a new tomorrow
That's how it seemed to Peter Pan and me.
But we soon learned the truth of street rebellion
As our city crumbled round us stone by stone
Betrayed by those who promised they would help us
Against tanks, and troops, and guns we stood alone.
For revolution is no game for foolish dreamers
For dreamers never know the price that must be paid
Before long we learned all power comes from a rifle
And we learned to bleed and die and be afraid.
And soon no one spoke of justice, truth, or freedom
And soon no one gave one damn for liberty
And all we hoped was that we might go on surviving
We grew up fast, young Peter Pan and me.
Then the empire dealt us death and fear and prison
There's no mercy from that military machine
And our street kids swapped their faded jeans and sandals
For hoods and guns with loaded magazines.
And now the years have wrought their cruel retribution
And our brothers and our sisters bear the pain
As both sides strive for violent solutions
And the politicians play their deadly games.
And among the dead lie justice, truth, and freedom
And among the dead lie hope and liberty
But if you care enough about brave new tomorrows
Pull up a chair, join Peter Pan and me.
Words and Music by Mickey McConnell (Elm Grove Music)
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