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| Song Name: |
Raglan Road |
By: |
Kavanagh/Kelly |
| Posted By: |
chrm1 |
Difficulty: |
Beginner |
| Key: |
Any |
Genre: |
Irish |
| Harp Type: |
Diatonic |
Audio: |
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| Created: |
2010-06-07 02:06:42 |
Modified: |
2010-06-07 02:06:21 |
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| | Fav Count: | 14 |
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| Song: |
Raglan Road- poem by Patrick Kavanagh
melody by Luke Kelly from Thomas Connellan's
tune "Dawning of the Day"
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On Raglan Road on an Autumn day
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I met her first and knew,
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That her dark hair would weave a snare
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That I might one day rue.
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I saw the danger yet I walked
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Along the enchanted way.
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And I said,"Let grief be a fallen leaf
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At the dawning of the day."
On Grafton Street in November, we
Tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worth of passion pledge.
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
And I not making hay;
Oh, I loved too much and by such by such
Is happiness thrown away.
I gave her gifts of the mind,
I gave her the secret sign,
That's known to the artists who have known
The true gods of sound and stone.
And word and tint I did not stint
For I gave her poems to say
With her own name there and her own dark hair
Like clouds over fields of May.
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
I see her walking now,
Away from me so hurriedly
My reason must allow.
That I had loved, not as I should
A creature made of clay,
When the angel woos the clay, he'll lose
His wings at the dawn of day.
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