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Henry Joy - Irish Traditional

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  • čas přidán 25. 03. 2022
  • I first found this song on a Frank Harte album called ‘1798 - The First Year of Liberty’.
    It describes a young man from Antrim bidding farewell to his family and following Henry Joy McCracken into battle against the British in the 1798 rebellion.
    Henry Joy McCracken was one of the leaders on the United Irishmen alongside men like Wolfe Tone and Thomas Russell.
    The particular battle described in this song would’ve been the battle of Antrim on the 7th of June 1798, where the United Irishmen and Irish Defenders were defeated by the British Army.
    Henry Joy McCracken was arrested shortly after, held in Belfast and hanged there on the 17th of July 1798. i cant find the writers name, probably written in the early 1800s, lyrics below;
    An Ulster man I am proud to be
    From the Antrim glens I come
    And though I've laboured by the sea
    I have followed fife and drum
    I have heard the martial tramp of men
    I've seen them fight and die
    Ah! Lads it's well I remember when
    I followed Henry Joy
    I dragged my boat in from the shore
    And I hid my sails away
    I hung my nets upon a tree
    And I scanned the moonlit bay
    The boys were out, the red coats too
    I kissed my love good-bye
    And in the shade of the greenwood glade
    I followed Henry Joy
    It was all for Ireland's cause we fought
    And we gave our heart and hand
    And at Antrim town of high renown, we fought with the red coat band
    We piked the gunners and their guns
    I saw them fall and die
    And aye, my boys, 'twas for Irelands cause that I followed Henry Joy
    It was for Ireland's cause we fought
    For home and sire, we bled
    'Though our numbers were few, our hearts were true
    And five to one lay dead
    And many a lassie mourned her lad
    And mother mourned her boy
    For youth was strong in the daring throng
    That followed Henry Joy
    In Belfast town, they built a tree
    And the redcoats mustered there
    I saw him come as the beat of a drum
    Rolled out in the barrack square
    He kissed his sister, went aloft
    And waved a last good-bye
    My God he died, I turned and I cried
    They have murdered Henry Joy

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