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A lovely version of this song, sung by Nicky Kealy, can be heard on Youtube.

Féach ar an leagan Béarla, The Keepers of the Flame

In this poem Martin remembers some of the sounds, smells and sights of early winter mornings as he walked Graigue (cullen) to serve at first mass.

Dave (Blue) Kinsella rembers and records the shock, sorrow and anger when the Sugar Factory was closed, bringing to an end the local industry that provided work for generations of Carlovians in farming, transporting and manufacturing the sugar.

Among the rocks near "Miley's"
We had our own "Wild West"
Tom Mix, Roy Rogers And Hop Along,
Were the heroes we love best.
With wooden guns and steady aim,
We hardly ever missed,
As we shot down all the outlaws,
Upon the " Wanted List".

But…

Long, long ago ancestral lore was passed on orally;
The spark to light the Cultural Fire was lit in family
And local neighbours and the clan, all warmed to that same Flame
And so all came to act the same, all Keepers of the Flame.
Ár gcultúr…

For two hundred years its stood,
Among the Wicklow hills,
The source of people's hopes,
The cure for many ills.
It was built by Fr Blanchfield,
With faith and a hundred pound,
And it is fitting that there he rests,
Inside the church he…