Treasure Island

mai venn


Childhood Memories of 1963


A man called Kennedy came to New Ross one day
We were told he was the president of the U.S. A.
Just children were we who enjoyed fun and play
Each of us recalled the day in our unique way

So we held our flags and we sang out loud
Then he step down and walked towards the crowd
He stood tall and waved his hand, he was proud
And we held our flags and we sang out loud

The tunes we sung were Wexford ballads of 98
Kelly and the boys of Wexford, Marching songs
The atmosphere was high after the long wait
When then we sang The American anthem strong

So we held our flags and we sang out loud
Then he step down and walked towards the crowd
He stood tall and waved his hand, he was proud
And we held our flags and we sang out loud

Back to where his family lived before emigration
Where the Barrow floes quietly to meet the sea
Where the famine robbed the youth of our nation
Where the poor Irish people longed to be free

Submitted: Monday, June 24, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, June 25, 2013

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A childhood memory of J F Kennedy coming to a little town in Ireland in 1963. It was the 5o'th celebration this week end so that story behind

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