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GUEST,John Moulden Lyr Req: This Irish Shore (11) Lyr Add: THE IRISH SHORE (Hugh McWilliams) 22 Oct 17

From a Transcription of McWilliams' second book of 'Poems and Songs on Various Subjects' by Hugh McWilliams, Schoolmaster (Belfast, 1831) and republished verbatim in my booklet of the same name (Portrush, 1994)- which contained a selection with suggested tunes, either from traditional versions or plausibly those named by McWilliams.

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Words, Hugh McWilliams; Tune: Brave Donnelly.

YOU sons of Hibernia unto my narration,
Pray lend your attention, until I reveal,
Without a redress to our brave Irish nation,
A general bankruptcy soon must prevail;
The badness of times and the weight of taxation,
Are now universal the country all o'er,
The poor are distressed, and their lowly condition
Calls loud for redress on the Irish shore.

The landlord will look for his rent at the quarter,
The Rector as ardently calls for his due,
To answer all these, can be no easy matter,
Our wives and our children would need something too.
The produce of labour, with all our endeavour,
Appears quite unequal to pay up the score,
With a train of vile taxes, one after another,
We're loaded to death on the Irish shore.

The Irish mechanic, the spinner, the weaver,
Can bear testimony to all that I say,
They loudly complain for the want of the money,
The want of the money, the money's away.
Would the great condescend buy a day or an hour,
To thole the privations the poor must endure,
They surely would use every means in their power,
To grant some relief to the Irish shore.

But I am but wasting my ink and my paper,
In sketching or writing the badness of times,
Therefore I'll desist, till I get something better,
To furnish a song, or to fill up my rhymes.
Our commerce still flourished when Boney was reigning,
We had food and clothing, and whiskey gallore;
But now since he sleeps in the Isle of Saint Helen,
Prosperity's fled from our Irish shore.

This beautiful nation has long been recorded,
For friendship and sweet hospitality too.
The air of our Island can not be exceeded,
If you were to travel the universe through.
But the great Legislator, ah! let us petition,
Whom kingdoms and people are taught to adore,
'Tis he that can better our lowly condition,
And send a redress to our Irish shore.

Historically, this song refers to a period of economic hardship and cash crisis that followed the defeat of Napoleon that was strongly felt across Ireland and is expressed in other songs.

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