The bogs of Shanaheever, song

Michael McGonigle (James Eoghain), singing in English
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My youth is long past and I am mighty weary
For an exile I am cast on the wilds of the prairie
Hunting the wild deer the panther and the beaver
And I look back with pride on the bogs of Shanaheever.

Andy and Nora in their absence do get ready
By the light of the moon come tell me still if ready
Tell them to prepare and be mighty clever
It’s the last night of hunting on the bogs of Shanaheever.

Coursed was Toby aye and Victor was long-winded
Coursed every round the two-year-old was splendid
Near to you two-year-old hound he was knacky and clever
And the next I heard there was a death on the bogs of Shanaheever.

From the shores of Lough Annagh to the plains of Kilbrickan
‘Til the early morning light sure my poor heart it was stricken
We took Victor to his grave and we laid him down forever
Paid my passage to New York from the bogs of Shanaheever.

Oh in London for a year Brian he wrote  about Susannah
And when young Willie wrote sure he raved about Diana
But if I had my way sure there’s none of them I’d favour
I’d give Victor his way on the bogs of Shahaneever.

Oh Ireland my land I am gone now and forever
Sure there’s no place in this world that I love with so much favour
If when she is free I’ll come back again and see her
And I’ll settle down forever on the bogs of Shanaheever.