LUKE KELLY

- The Jail Of Cluain Meala Lyrics

How hard is my fortune how vain my repining,
The strong rope of fate for my young neck is twinning,
My strenght is departed my cheek sunk and sallow,
While I languish in 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.

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Facts about The Jail Of Cluain Meala

The Jail Of Cluain Meala is first released in 2004 as part of Luke Kelly's album "The Best Of" which includes 31 tracks in total. This song is the 13rd track on this album.
The Jail Of Cluain Meala falls under the genres Singer, Songwriter.
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Record Label(s): 2004 IML Irish Music Licensing Ltd
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