Andy M. Stewart
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My name is Patrick Sheehan, and my years are thirty-four;
Tipperary is my native place, not far from Galtymore;
I came of honest parents, but now they're lying low;
Though' many's the pleasant days we spent in the Glen of Aherlow.

My father died; I closed his eyes, outside the cabin door;
For the landlord and the sheriff too, were there the day before,
And then my lovin' mother, and my sisters three, also,
Were forced to go with broken hearts, from the Glen of Aherlow

For three long months, in search of work, I wandered far and near;
I then went to the poorhouse to see my mother dear;
The news I heard near broke my heart, but still in all my woe,
I blessed the friends who made their graves in the Glen of Aherlow.

Bereft of home and kith and kin, with plenty all around,
I starved within my cabin, and slept upon the ground;
But cruel as my lot was, I never did hardship know,
Till I joined the English army, far away from Aherlow.

"Rouse up there," cried the corporal, "Ya lazy Irish hound!
Why don't you hear the bugle, its call to arms to sound? "
I found I had been dreaming of the days long, long ago,
And I woke upon Sebastopol, and not in Aherlow

I tried to find my musket, how dark I thought the night!
O blessed God! It wasn't dark, it was the broad daylight!
And when I found that I was blind, my tears began to flow,
And I longed for even a pauper's grave in the Glen of Aherlow.

A poor neglected mendicant, I wander Dublin's streets
My nine months' pension it being out, I beg from all I meet;
As I joined my country's tyrants, my face I can never show,
Amongst my dear old neighbors in the Glen of Aherlow.

So Irish youths, dear countrymen, take heed in what I say;
For if you join the English ranks, you'll surely rue the day
And whenever you're tempted, a-soldiering to go.
Remember poor blind Sheehan from the Glen of Aherlow.


Mirror lyrics:

Remember poor blind Sheehan from the Glen of Aherlow.
And whenever you're tempted, a-soldiering to go.
For if you join the English ranks, you'll surely rue the day
So Irish youths, dear countrymen, take heed in what I say;

Amongst my dear old neighbors in the Glen of Aherlow.
As I joined my country's tyrants, my face I can never show,
My nine months' pension it being out, I beg from all I meet;
A poor neglected mendicant, I wander Dublin's streets

And I longed for even a pauper's grave in the Glen of Aherlow.
And when I found that I was blind, my tears began to flow,
O blessed God! It wasn't dark, it was the broad daylight!
I tried to find my musket, how dark I thought the night!

And I woke upon Sebastopol, and not in Aherlow
I found I had been dreaming of the days long, long ago,
Why don't you hear the bugle, its call to arms to sound? "
"Rouse up there," cried the corporal, "Ya lazy Irish hound!

Till I joined the English army, far away from Aherlow.
But cruel as my lot was, I never did hardship know,
I starved within my cabin, and slept upon the ground;
Bereft of home and kith and kin, with plenty all around,

I blessed the friends who made their graves in the Glen of Aherlow.
The news I heard near broke my heart, but still in all my woe,
I then went to the poorhouse to see my mother dear;
For three long months, in search of work, I wandered far and near;

Were forced to go with broken hearts, from the Glen of Aherlow
And then my lovin' mother, and my sisters three, also,
For the landlord and the sheriff too, were there the day before,
My father died; I closed his eyes, outside the cabin door;

Though' many's the pleasant days we spent in the Glen of Aherlow.
I came of honest parents, but now they're lying low;
Tipperary is my native place, not far from Galtymore;
My name is Patrick Sheehan, and my years are thirty-four;


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