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Delia from Mylroo
Pat MacNamara
Kilshanny, near Ennistymon
Recorded in Considine’s Bar, Kilshanny, August 1975

Carroll Mackenzie Collection

 

Pat McNamara

If I was at home in Cappamore my pen I would take and write,
For a thought set in my bosom, be Delia’s heart’s delight,
Twas in her father’s garden, sure, a man of power I grew,
For twas there I came to court that dame, she’s Delia from Mylroo.

I mind on that funeral at the cross below the forge,
Twas there I spied my dear there, coming down the road,
For alas, alas, her steps grew short as her mother came in view,
I was forced to quit back by the bridge with young Delia from Mylroo.

We both walked on together till we came to a bright green shade,
Sure the blackbirds and the thrushes came whistling to our aid,
Our aim is in the road oppressed, to die or to subdue,
But in time I kissed those ruby lips of Delia from Mylroo.

Now we both walked on together till we came to a bright spring well,
We both sat down together, oh, flowers upon us fell,
Though dark and dreary were those hours that fell between us two,
Oh that daylight all was far of you, my Delia from Mylroo.

Now we both walked on together till we came to her father’s gate,
Go home, go home, dear Delia, and don’t stay out too late,
For I’ve got a love that presses me, your footsteps I’ll pursue,
For in spite her fame I’ll come again, and court you in Mylroo.

Now if I had all that wealth you know, that lies around Erin’s shore,
And all the gold and silver around in Cappamore,
How freely I would store it, and give it all to you,
And we’d live for happy at the hen that hatched out of Mylroo.


“We recorded a somewhat confused four verses of this in London from Tipperary Travelling woman Mary Delaney; she called it ‘Mary From Murroe’ and told us she had learned from her father ‘back home, when I was very young’. Murroe is a little place on the borders of Limerick and Tipperary; Cappamore is in the same area. It sounds as if it has been locally composed and, if Mary Delaney’s text is anything to go by, its somewhat intimately familiar nature suggests it to have been based on real people and real events, though her version places it in ‘Lackamore’, rather than Cappamore.

The day of her brother's funeral at the cross below the forge,
'Twas there I spied my Mary and she coming down the road,
Oh come to me my Mary it's your footsteps I will pursue,
And in spite of friends I'll call again and court you near Murroogh."
Jim Carroll


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