super song, super music, super singer, so sad its all true, in our super county, and country, deserves more air play in these terrible times...........................
I've visited French Furze in the Curragh recently , as yo walk you can see all the depressions in the ground where they slept, It was one of the most saddest yet peaceful places I've ever visited, so different to the battle ground sites. I've never experienced emotion like that before, no resolution for them.
One of my favourite songs although tragic ,,its haunting melody and lyrics ,will always make me realize how much we have to be thankful for .I have sung this myself at many public gatherings ,to make people aware of another part of our history Beautiful performance from Jane .
The childer are crying for food, Sir It's been days since they last had a bite With the winter wind blowing through the furze, Sir There's some might not last through the night They drove us away from the town, Sir And out here where we wouldn't be seen Cast out by the good Christian people Like lepers unfit and unclean They call us the Wrens of the Curragh We live and we die in a hole For a penny I'd give you my body And for tuppence I'd sell you my soul It wasn't for this I was born, Sir As a girl I was healthy and strong I was happy to work on the land, Sir And I'd sing like a lark all day long But the landowner liked what he saw, Sir And he used me, he gave me a son Then cast me aside like a dog, Sir Without even a stitch of my own They call us the Wrens of the Curragh We live and we die in a hole For a penny I'd give you my body And for tuppence I'd sell you my soul If you're done with me Sir, thank you kindly Now go back to your God fearing wife To your big house and fine healthy children And I hope that you'll have a good life And when you pray to your God in the morning To forgive you for all of your sins Please spare a few thoughts in your prayers, Sir For me and the poor Curragh Wrens They call us the Wrens of the Curragh We live and we die in a hole For a penny I'd give you my body And for tuppence I'd sell you my soul
in the words of the Belfast comedian Frank Carson "ireland ?..full of roman catholics, full of protestants,..but,very few christians" i thank my God im Irish disenter,..and free from the treacherous queen of england and her master, that draconian king of rome
@@bernardjoyce9637 it was how the British Empire treated Irish women, they did not house them, bad priests like the other men ie bad British soldiers prey on the impoverished, weak and forgotten about..
super song, super music, super singer, so sad its all true, in our super county, and country, deserves more air play in these terrible times...........................
I've visited French Furze in the Curragh recently , as yo walk you can see all the depressions in the ground where they slept, It was one of the most saddest yet peaceful places I've ever visited, so different to the battle ground sites. I've never experienced emotion like that before, no resolution for them.
This my all time favourite song.
One of my favourite songs although tragic ,,its haunting melody and lyrics ,will always make me realize how much we have to be thankful for .I have sung this myself at many public gatherings ,to make people aware of another part of our history Beautiful performance from Jane .
That is the song
Hi where could I get the lyrics . I am from the Curragh and would love to sing it . Thanks in advance
THIS IS A BRILLIANT SONG WRITTEN BY THE GREAT VINNIE BAKER R,I,P, WITH EXCELLENT VOCALS BY JANE,,,,,, A CLASSIC,,,,,
Powerful and so sad 😢
Absolutely Profound.
Soul piercing great song sad it's true,but it is"what it is "
Such a beautiful song ❤️
fantastic!!X
Nice one Frank ,every word is true ,sub for you keep safe .
my mothers and ancestors home,the curragh. doyle sent by mary paus.
The childer are crying for food, Sir
It's been days since they last had a bite
With the winter wind blowing through the furze, Sir
There's some might not last through the night
They drove us away from the town, Sir
And out here where we wouldn't be seen
Cast out by the good Christian people
Like lepers unfit and unclean
They call us the Wrens of the Curragh
We live and we die in a hole
For a penny I'd give you my body
And for tuppence I'd sell you my soul
It wasn't for this I was born, Sir
As a girl I was healthy and strong
I was happy to work on the land, Sir
And I'd sing like a lark all day long
But the landowner liked what he saw, Sir
And he used me, he gave me a son
Then cast me aside like a dog, Sir
Without even a stitch of my own
They call us the Wrens of the Curragh
We live and we die in a hole
For a penny I'd give you my body
And for tuppence I'd sell you my soul
If you're done with me Sir, thank you kindly
Now go back to your God fearing wife
To your big house and fine healthy children
And I hope that you'll have a good life
And when you pray to your God in the morning
To forgive you for all of your sins
Please spare a few thoughts in your prayers, Sir
For me and the poor Curragh Wrens
They call us the Wrens of the Curragh
We live and we die in a hole
For a penny I'd give you my body
And for tuppence I'd sell you my soul
Heartbreaking to think of the miserable lives they led and most Irish people don’t even seem to have heard of them
Thanku
So heartbreaking!
Unfortunately many women and men suffer such life nowadays too.
Can anyone post the chords please
chordu.com/chords-tabs-jane-mcnamee-sings-the-curragh-wrens-id_tnAP7nRu_Ck
Really beautiful but sad song.Good Christian Ireland ?
in the words of the Belfast comedian Frank Carson
"ireland ?..full of roman catholics, full of protestants,..but,very few christians"
i thank my God im Irish disenter,..and free from the treacherous queen of england and her master, that draconian king of rome
Religion ain't good at all. I believe everyone should keep his faith to its own.
this was 1840s while the British ruled Ireland
@@rachelLadyD What had that to do with local priests attacking them & cutting their hair off?
@@bernardjoyce9637 it was how the British Empire treated Irish women, they did not house them, bad priests like the other men ie bad British soldiers prey on the impoverished, weak and forgotten about..
love this mullingarish song,
mullingarish what what