#kris kristofferson
Myself and Sally O’Shea
Without a penny in killKenny
flagging down a coach
Ragged as my knapsack
And as poor
Sally cadged a spot for us in a farmer’s wagon
Paddy gave us each A sip
to stop our Spirits Sagging
Told us We could ride til Tullamore
Drew my penny whistle from the bottom of my pack
I piped a tune As Sally sang the words
With the clopping of the horses’ hoof
And raindrops pounding on the roof
We piped and sang each ditty
That the farmer’d ever heard
Fancy free’s a way to say
You’ve lost all that you’ve owned
Ownership’s an overrated thing
Happiness was simple
When Sally trilled a lay
Pleasure was the most sufficient way
Sufficient to myself and Sally O’Shea
From the Vale of Glamorgan
to the hills of Ballyfoyle
Sally heard the hankerings of my heart
the day might be inclement
And our deeds inchoate
She was all I’d hoped for from the start
Till that time near Rosslare
She vanished from my sight
On a quest to find a resting place
Now I’d barter all my soul and the ending of my life
One more time to see my Sally’s face
Fancy free’s a way to say
You’ve lost all that you’ve owned
Ownership’s an overrated thing
Happiness was simple
When Sally trilled a lay
Pleasure was the most sufficient way
Sufficient to myself and Sally O’Shea
- by William Bryan
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
