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Seamus fondly remembers the village where he grew as well as practices from a lost way of life.

THE RED, YELLOW AND GREEN

A cock crows, a daffodil grows,
Another dew glazed morn;
A church bell rings, a blackbird sings,
A Carlow emigrant is born.

With footsteps of a child, I leave my home behind,
Nastled in Mount Leinster standing…

My Carlow Song, Ber Jennings.MP3
Oh, to write a song like any man, that’s what I wish to do,
And to sing about the place I love in words both fine and true,
And let the one who has never seen the beauty of my home
Imagine in his nightly dream the place where I come from.

On…
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