Traditional Irish Folk
The Conneries
[Verse 1]
O Comyn I'm cursing you, and praying hurt on you
And hate down from on high
And on all the people near to you
May it never leave them, and stay close by their side
You spoke those words untrue to damn us brothers two
And you told false tales
That sent the Connerys across the foreign seas
To New South Wales

[Verse 2]
Oh, he who'd stand in there
And do his thinking clear, on our case being tried
From early seven morn' - 'til the hour of nine was done
Truth was defied, the ground shook under us
As the lies came thunderous, to decide our fate;
I fear their perjured souls are in the lowest hole
So the holy clergy state

[Verse 3]
And jacket shorted sewn, and trousers coarse and worn
For us, they are being made
A seaman’s suit of blue, the likes we never knew
In both Dún na gCraobh
Were it not for friends at home, our lives we would not own
We’d have lain in a quicklime grave
But we were sent away to spend our time and stay
In New South Wales
[Verse 4]
Oh, Queen of Heaven bright and King of all Worlds might;
Give your aid unto us all
And to our sister young, alone now in our home
And to her her child so small
When the mass that you are reading, be you pleading
That our courage ne'er failed;
For the Conneries to come safe in honour home
From New South Wales