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Irish Tradition : Poem "Caoch O'Leary"

A slightly sentimental but yet quite accurate portrayal of Ireland's travelling pipers of the first half of the 19th. These verses are from a longer poem by John Keegan from Co. Laois ( died 1849) and the reading here is by Benedict Kiely. The reel is "The Wind That Shakes The Barley" played by Liam O Flynn. Another scratchy post from the LP "Mo Cheol Thú". One winter's day, long, long ago, When I was a little fellow, A piper wandered to our door, Grey-headed, blind and yellow; And, how glad was my young heart Though earth and sky looked dreary, To see the stranger and his dog - Poor Pinch and Caoch O'Leary. O God be with those happy times O God be with my childhood. When I bareheaded roamed all day Bird nesting in the wildwood I'll not forget those sunny hours However years may vary. I'll not forget my early friends Nor honest Caoch O'Leary. Poor Caoch and Pinch slept well that night, And in the morning early He called me up to hear him play "The wind that shakes the barley:" And then he stroked my flaxen hair And cried, "God mark my deary" And how I wept when he said "Farewell, And think of Caoch O'Leary." Well twenty summers had gone past, And June's red sun was sinking, When I, a man, sat by my door, Of twenty sad things thinking. A little dog came up the way, His gait was slow and weary, And at his tail a lame man limped - 'Twas Pinch and Caoch O'Leary. "God's blessing here!" the wanderer cried, "Far, far be hell's black viper: Does anybody hereabouts Remember Caoch the Piper?" With swelling heart I grasped his hand, The old man murmured. "Deary, Are you the silky-headed child That loved poor Caoch O'Leary?" "Yes, yes," I said the wanderer wept As if his heart was breaking "And where, a mhic mo chridh'," he sobbed, "Is all the merry-making I found here twenty years ago "My tale," I sighed, "mighty weary: Enough to say there's none but me To welcome Caoch O'Leary." With Pinch I watched his bed that night, Next day his wish was granted, He died and Father James was brought, And the Requiem Mass was chanted. The neighbours came, to dig his grave Near Eily, Kate and Mary. And there he sleeps his last sweet sleep God rest you Caoch O'Leary.