They came across the Irish sea on cattle boats, fleeing hunger at every door.
The potato blight rottted the fields and took two million lives.
To Glasgow's Broomielaw they arrived from County Mayo, Dublin and Donegal they carried hope despite their ills.
Through the poverty they grew, to work with Irish hands, to build the ships of the Clyde, and with courage keep the irish culture alive with song and words, and worship the faith.
Michael Cochrane ©️ 2026
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