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The Leaving (O'Kannagan)

Your people came from Ireland,
And fisher folk they'd be;
Of rugged stock from County Cork,
Who took livin' from the sea.

Deep-rooted for a thousand years,
Under Crown and poverty;
Then driven off in the famine years,
To gain their liberty.

They crossed the wild Atlantic,
With half their families;
To the rugged shores of Newfoundland,
Like banished refugees.

For the famine gave them no pain,
Like the sons they'd never see again;
No healing for their broken dreams,
For leaving steals the life it seems.
For leaving steals the life it seems.

Time has cured their hunger,
But not the memories;
For haunting tales rekindled,
In a dying fishery.

You know it breaks your parents' hearts,
For now to see you leave;
But I'll shed no tears till you disappear,
Upon the rolling sea.

Where'er you go, my love, work hard,
And often think of me;
'Tis here I'll stay, now be on your way,
In my heart you'll always be.

This empty ocean gives me no pain,
Like the son I'll never see again;
No healing for the broken dreams,
For leaving steals the life it seems.
For leaving steals the life it seems.

####.... Arch Doody of O'Kannagan, 1997 ....####
Recorded by O'Kannagan of Kelowna, British Columbia (The Leaving, 2001, Independent, produced by Keith Hunter and mastered by Coastal Mastering, Vancouver, British Columbia).

O'Kannagan is a five member Celtic maritime band based in British Columbia, with strong Irish, Scots, and East-coast musical influences.



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