I have a copy of this song. It plays in it's entirety at the end of the documentary. I put it on a cassette. Had to edit it for the interruptions. But it's basically all there. Mike Moran never actually released a record of it . Wish he had.
A E D A My young life has passed and it makes me feel lonely, I now look back with pride from the wilds of the prairie E D A A E A D A To watch the red man, the panther and the beaver, but my thoughts wonder back to the bogs of Shanaheeva A E A E D A E Day night or noon in my absence get ready, by the light of the moon I’ll go tell Master Freddie, to him to prepare D A E A D A and be ready for tomorrow, for it’s my last day coursing on the bogs of Shanaheeva. A E A E D A In London for years was a boasting McDonald young Willie Heir used to boast of Diana, but the truth to you I’ll E D A E A D A tell, Diana was the favourite and Victor took the sway on the bogs of Shanaheeva. A E A E D A From the shores of Lough Annagh to the plains of Killbricken, beneath the red sun my poor old heart was ticking E D A E A D A We had made Lethargy for the land that didn’t favour so we crossed over plains to the bogs of Shanaheeva A E A E D A The ground it was course and Bruce was long winded, for years every bound but the running it was splendid E D A E A D A The two year old dog he was canny quick and clever but the next sight we saw was death in Shanaheeva A E A E D A The night Victor died my coursing days were over, I sat down and cried like a heart broken lover E D A E A D A We bought Victor to his grave and we laid him down forever, I paid my passage to New York from the bogs of Shanaheeva A E A E D A E Ireland my love fare the well forever, there is no place on earth I adore with such fervour, and when Ireland is free D A E D A I’ll come back again to see her and I’ll stay here forever on the bogs of Shanaheeva
The Bogs of Shannaheever Performed By Kieran Coyne & Johnny Coyne Clifden 1995. Great version like no other, recorded in Clifden Ireland 1995 Ireland on my camcorder.
I have a copy of this song. It plays in it's entirety at the end of the documentary. I put it on a cassette. Had to edit it for the interruptions. But it's basically all there. Mike Moran never actually released a record of it . Wish he had.
Great song Good singer.The Batteries done the job well.
Superb..........Cheers.
Where can this lovely cover version be found? Love the original but this takes the song to a whole new dimension. Hauntingly beautiful
This ends the documentary on the DC5.
Is this version available anywhere - unreal!
Can't find it anywhere 😔
A E D A My young life has passed and it makes me feel lonely, I now look back with pride from the wilds of the prairie E D A A E A D A To watch the red man, the panther and the beaver, but my thoughts wonder back to the bogs of Shanaheeva A E A E D A E Day night or noon in my absence get ready, by the light of the moon I’ll go tell Master Freddie, to him to prepare D A E A D A and be ready for tomorrow, for it’s my last day coursing on the bogs of Shanaheeva. A E A E D A In London for years was a boasting McDonald young Willie Heir used to boast of Diana, but the truth to you I’ll E D A E A D A tell, Diana was the favourite and Victor took the sway on the bogs of Shanaheeva. A E A E D A From the shores of Lough Annagh to the plains of Killbricken, beneath the red sun my poor old heart was ticking E D A E A D A We had made Lethargy for the land that didn’t favour so we crossed over plains to the bogs of Shanaheeva A E A E D A The ground it was course and Bruce was long winded, for years every bound but the running it was splendid E D A E A D A The two year old dog he was canny quick and clever but the next sight we saw was death in Shanaheeva A E A E D A The night Victor died my coursing days were over, I sat down and cried like a heart broken lover E D A E A D A We bought Victor to his grave and we laid him down forever, I paid my passage to New York from the bogs of Shanaheeva A E A E D A E Ireland my love fare the well forever, there is no place on earth I adore with such fervour, and when Ireland is free D A E D A I’ll come back again to see her and I’ll stay here forever on the bogs of Shanaheeva
Just thought I'd add the chords and words in :-)
beautiful
Unreal
Great Song xx
The Bogs of Shannaheever Performed By Kieran Coyne & Johnny Coyne Clifden 1995. Great version like no other, recorded in Clifden Ireland 1995 Ireland on my camcorder.
lovely version
Great recording.... Who is the singer?
Marie Louise Heffernan His Name is Kieran Coyne and His Father Johnny on Fiddle. www.irelandman.de/index.htm?Johnnie/john03.htm