Cursing the Day

Some folly lyrics

I made her a promise that I would return

But it's been a few years now

Does a candle still burn?

Is she sat by a window

Waiting for me?

Or has she another?

Is she no longer free?

I made my way down to old Carlow town

Where the whisky flowed freely,

I nearly drowned,

With no job to feed me 

In a little cold room,

I froze through the winter

Under a cloud of gloom.

I followed the Barrow away from my Carlow,

Down to Grauigenamangh

But the wind it did chill,

So I stopped at an Inn

Took a belly 'a gin,

A pint of the Black

And a smack on the chin.

I wandered around through this land I did roam,

Took work where I found it,

I bled to the bone

But there's no joy in livin'

When the labour you're givin',

Won't pay for the rent

'Cos your moneys all spent.

Now I'm sat in Kilkenny with my head in my hands,

Beggin' for alms and collecting tin cans,

Still I know to my promise,

I know I'll be true,

Whenever I'm able

I'll come home to you.

So it's "How are ye doin' ?

See ye have a good day !"

The next time ye see me,

I'll be old and grey,

If ye reckon good fortune's

A footstep away,

Don't trade it for love,

You'll be cursin' the day!

Reviews

[Stephen]

Fantastic poem! I really enjoyed it and I really liked your style of writing. It kept me enterained and wanting to read more. Thanks so much for sharing