The Orchard
Quote from DeaconBob on December 12, 2005, 8:48 amPlease could someone supply the lyrics - think it was sung by Liam(?) Clancy. It starts "When I was nine in harvest time, I climbed the orchard wall". It's the story of the man's life - another verse starts "When I was twenty-one years old..." The chorus contains something about "Dungarven time".
Many thanks,
Clair
Please could someone supply the lyrics - think it was sung by Liam(?) Clancy. It starts "When I was nine in harvest time, I climbed the orchard wall". It's the story of the man's life - another verse starts "When I was twenty-one years old..." The chorus contains something about "Dungarven time".
Many thanks,
Clair
Quote from admin on December 12, 2005, 3:42 pmHi Clair,
Here you go.
with kind regards
PeterTHE ORCHARD
(K Evans, c. Morning Music)When I was nine, in harvest time
I crossed the orchard wall
The moon was bright, the apples ripe
Upon the garden did fall
We filled our sacks, we made our way back
More adventures for to findI crossed the orchard wall again
When I was just thirteen
It was, I think, to be my first drink
Of cider and poitÃn
I remember well, it tasted like hell
I hoped the pain would end soon
In an orchard green neath the Comeraghs
In that sweet Dungarvan greenWhen I was nineteen years of age
I crossed the wall with pride
My Annie fair with the nut brown hair
Was walking by my side
Our clothes came off, we tumbled and we kissed
All innocence was gone
In an orchard neath the Comeragh
In the sweet Dungarvan dawnWhen I was twenty-one years old
I married my Annie there
The apple blossoms in the trees
Were better in her hair
And when the day was over
There was a drunk for every tree
In an orchard neath the Comeragh
By those sweet Dungarvan seasNow I'm forty-five, I am much alive
And children I have four
Three girls and one fine strapping son
And I have hopes for more
I'll teach them of what lies ahead
I have plenty to tell still
In an orchard neath the Comeragh
In that sweet Dungarvan breezeNow I'm ninety-one, my days are near done
My Annie is long since gone
Our days they were good as well they should
But it's time that I passed on
And when I die, I want to lie
In the air, land and foam
In an orchard neath the Comeragh
By my sweet Dungarvan home
Hi Clair,
Here you go.
with kind regards
Peter
THE ORCHARD
(K Evans, c. Morning Music)
When I was nine, in harvest time
I crossed the orchard wall
The moon was bright, the apples ripe
Upon the garden did fall
We filled our sacks, we made our way back
More adventures for to find
I crossed the orchard wall again
When I was just thirteen
It was, I think, to be my first drink
Of cider and poitÃn
I remember well, it tasted like hell
I hoped the pain would end soon
In an orchard green neath the Comeraghs
In that sweet Dungarvan green
When I was nineteen years of age
I crossed the wall with pride
My Annie fair with the nut brown hair
Was walking by my side
Our clothes came off, we tumbled and we kissed
All innocence was gone
In an orchard neath the Comeragh
In the sweet Dungarvan dawn
When I was twenty-one years old
I married my Annie there
The apple blossoms in the trees
Were better in her hair
And when the day was over
There was a drunk for every tree
In an orchard neath the Comeragh
By those sweet Dungarvan seas
Now I'm forty-five, I am much alive
And children I have four
Three girls and one fine strapping son
And I have hopes for more
I'll teach them of what lies ahead
I have plenty to tell still
In an orchard neath the Comeragh
In that sweet Dungarvan breeze
Now I'm ninety-one, my days are near done
My Annie is long since gone
Our days they were good as well they should
But it's time that I passed on
And when I die, I want to lie
In the air, land and foam
In an orchard neath the Comeragh
By my sweet Dungarvan home