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The Jail of Cluain Meala - Irish Folk

The Gaol of Cluain Meala/ The Jail of Clonmel/The Convict of Clonmel/ is an old folk song translated to English from the original Irish in the 1820s by poet Jeremiah John Callanan. The original song is from the mid 1700s, the Irish lyrics refer to "na Buachaillí Bána"/"The Whiteboys" and suggest that the man in Jail to be hung is there because of his association with the movement. The Whiteboys were an Irish agrarian organization in the 1700s that defended tenant farmer land rights and fought against oppressive landlords and tax collectors. Lyrics: How hard is my fortune how vain my repining, The strong rope of fate for my young neck is twinning, My strength is departed my cheek sunk and sallow, While I languish is chains in the Jail of Cluain Meala. No boy in the village was ever yet milder. I could play with a child and my sport be no wilder. I could dance without tiring from morning till evening And my goalball I'd strike to the lightning of heaven. At my bed foot decaying my hurley is lying. Through the lads of the village my goalball is flying. My horse 'mong the neighbours neglected may fallow. While this heart young and gay lies cold in Cluan Meala. Next Sunday the pattern at home will be keeping. All the lads of the village the fields will be sweeping. And the dance of fair maidens the evening will hallow. While this heart young and gay lies cold in Cluan Meala.