Jerh Foley’s Boat

George Curtin

Foinse: The Maid of Ballingarry (John O’Connell)

O young Jerry Foley went out yesterday
In the inch of Dan Cremin’s to save up with hay
He being close to the river he went for a drink
And what did he see there, now what would you think?
Rally ra fol the da rally ra fol the dee

O a big water dog he lying close to the bank
He sent for a pike for to stick in his flank
The dog when he saw him he took to his heels
To be there you would think twas the devil on wheels
Rally ra fol the da rally ra fol the dee

Jerry then stopped and he took off his coat
He sent for a hatchet to fix up a boat
He loaded his rifle with a bundle of heath
And he swore it to God that he’d give him his death
Rally ra fol the da rally ra fol the dee

He stepped in that boat and he sailed on the main
And the people who saw him they said twas a shame
They said he’d be drowned for the boat wasn’t strong
He was three weeks away and sure that wasn’t long
Rally ra fol the da rally rack fol the dee

He sailed near an island, there blew up a gale
He had to hoist up both both a  jib and a sail
The tide it was high and the current was strong
And he climbed up aloft saying, I’ll live while I can
Rally ra fol the da rally rack fol the dee

At Carrigastruca he struck a big rock
It gave such a bump that it gave him a shock
The boards they were rotten and gone to decay
And the transom it fell to the bottom away
Rally ra fol the da rally rack fol the dee

He then sailed his boat with great judgement and skill
Directing his course by a mound on the hill
He labored both bravely at saving his life
For himself and that woman called Joan who’s his wife
Rally ra fol the da rally ra fol the dee

There was a big vessel came into Kinsale
And the captain he heard of that wonderful tale
He went to see Jerry that very same night
And as soon as he saw him he laughed with delight
Rally ra fol the da rally ra fol the dee

He offered him silver, he offered him gold
He offered him numberless things, I am told
He offered him land and a mansion quite free
If only he’d venture come with him to sea
Rally ra fol the da rally ra fol the dee

But Jerry’s a man who is easy and quiet
He looked at the captain and bade him good night
Saying, The last time I sailed in a boat of my own
I was near goin to Hell or to Heaven from Joan
Rally ra fol the da rally rack fol the dee

Now Joan when she heard this she started to swear
She’s terribly funny, she’s awfully quare
O she finished in Irish, Tá crut ar an scéal
Cuir uait a mhac agus hanam ón diabhal

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