A sweet song. A song of love and longing. Should we dissect it? Should we explain it? Or maybe we should just listen to it and let the moods of the song wash over us as our private thoughts and memories rise to the surface like fish feeding under the willows in the gloaming of a summer's day... There are two versions for you to enjoy by Jim McCann and Charlotte Church or why not follow the lyrics below and sing along...
Carrickfergus
I wish I was in CarrickfergusOnly for nights in Ballygrant
I would swim over the deepest ocean
The deepest ocean, my love to find
But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over
And neither have I wings to fly
If I could find me a handsome boatman
To ferry me over my love and I.
My childhood days bring back sweet reflections
The happy times I spent so long ago
My boyhood friends and kind relations
Have all passed on now like melting snow
I'll spend my days an endless rover
Soft is the grass and sure, my bed is free
Oh but to be back, in Carrickfergus
To strike that lonely road, down by the sea.
And in Kilkenny it is reported
On marble stone there as black as ink
With gold and silver I would support her
But I'll sing no more now till I get a drink
For I'm drunk today and I'm seldom sober
A handsome rover from town to town
Ah but I'm sick now my days are numbered
Come all ye young men and lay me down.
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