You grew and built your business through long, hard working days:
The bankers came and broke it, then they stole it all away.
You cannot trust the bankers, their only god is greed
And they hide behind their agents who do their dirty…
Farewell to the days of our youth, now long gone bye,
The red sap that pulsed through young limbs now sere and dry;
The hot pulse that throbbed in wild heart and fiery limbs,
Now chilled and faded in time as memory dims.
B'as Cluain Mhór in oirthear Chontae Cheatharlach d'athair P.J. McCall. Scríobh PJ go leor amhrán ó thraidisiún streachailt na hÉireann ar son na saoirse ó riail choilíneach. Tá sé seo ar cheann de na cinn is cáiliúla. Déanann an…