Declan O’Rourke
Declan O’Rourke
Declan O’Rourke
Declan O’Rourke
Declan O’Rourke
Declan O’Rourke
Declan O’Rourke
Declan O’Rourke
Declan O’Rourke
Declan O’Rourke
Declan O’Rourke
Declan O’Rourke
Declan O’Rourke
Here Declan paints a serene but hard picture of life in Clogman’s Glen, before the Famine took grip of the entire island and killed over one million people, and forced another million+ to emigrate, be it succesful or dying on the way there.
The Famine, which was halfway through the 19th century, le...
[Verse 1]
A moorhen calls, thrushes weave
The light is breaking through the trees
Across the lake, a gentle breeze
Is tossing dandelion seeds
[Verse 2]
A beaten path along the shore
Where fishermen will catch their fill
Breaks off into the wild gorse
And yellow, dense, furze-covered hills
[Chorus]
Ah, do you remember when, my love?
Oh, my love, do you remember when
When we were young, and life was hard
But beautiful in Clogman’s Glen?
[Verse 3]
From here up to the hazel wood
A dozen houses can be seen
With turf smoke rising up above
And children playing in between
[Chorus]
Ah, do you remember when, my love?
Oh, my love, do you remember when
When we were young, and life was hard
But beautiful in Clogman’s Glen?
[Verse 4]
Well, many summers came and went
Before the winter’s icy chill
And cold, stiff wind swept through and blew
Till all was white and stiff and still
Clogman’s Glen was written by Declan O’Rourke.