n\u00edl an taifead seo ar f\u00e1il faoi l\u00e1thair<\/p>\n
view \/ hide recording details [+\/-]<\/span><\/p>\n Joe Heaney: Well, it’s two fellows, they lived in Shanaheever, which is outside Clifden – oh, it’s a long, long time ago – and they had two greyhounds. But they had no land of their own; and the only way they could course the greyhounds was to go to a landlord’s place at night, under the light of the moon, and course the two greyhounds. They got so fond of the greyhounds, that when one of the greyhounds died, the lad who owned it – Bruce was the name of one of them, and Toby was the name of the other – that he went away to America; and he composed the song there, telling about the bogs of Shanaheever.<\/p>\n EM: He really was so broken-hearted?<\/p>\n JH: So broken-hearted that he left and emigrated. Andy and Nora was the name of the landlords, you see, Andy was the name of the landlord… and in their absence they used to take out the two greyhounds and course them on this big demesne. But he was so broken-hearted when the greyhound died that he went to America.<\/p>\n My youth is long past and I am mighty dreary Andy and Nora in their absence do get ready Now coursed was Toby and Bruce was long-winded From the shores of Lough Annagh to the plains of Kilbrickan Now Ireland my land, fare thee well now and forever\n
\nAn exile I am cast on the wilds of the prairie
\nI’m hunting the wild deer, the panther and the beaver
\nBut I look back with pride on the bogs of Shanaheever<\/p>\n
\nBy the light of the moon go and tell Master Freddie
\nOh tell him to prepare and to be mighty clever
\nFor it’s the last night of hunting on the bogs of Shanaheever<\/p>\n
\nCoursed every round, the two-year-old was splendid
\nThis two-year-old hound he was knacky and clever
\nBut the next I heard there was a death of the bogs of Shanaheever<\/p>\n
\nBy the light of the moon, my poor heart was a-tickin’
\nWe took Bruce to his grave and we laid him down forever
\nThen I sat down and cried like a broken-hearted lover
\nAnd I paid my passage to New York from the bogs of Shanaheever<\/p>\n
\nThere is no land on earth that I love with such great fervour
\nIf ever she’s free, I’ll go back again and see her
\nAnd I’ll settle down forever on the bogs of Shanaheever<\/p>\n