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The Connaught Orphan Songtext
von Declan O’Rourke

The Connaught Orphan Songtext

You Connaught orphan, bare of foot
Who walked ten miles at seven years
You took your little sister′s hand
And walked her to the poorhouse door

And when they had but room for one
You left your little sister in
And faint with hunger all day long
You walked the ten miles back again

Now, Connaught boy, take off those clothes
We'll scrub your skin not six months clean
Put on this nice black suit of clothes
Around your neck this handkerchief


This darling silken handkerchief
Around your lily-white boy′s neck
We'll gather up your worn ol' rags
They make you look a pale ol′ wreck

And now you look so proud and rare
You′ve 'come a fine young-looking boy
What do you say we′ll burn these rags?
Now you'll not need them anymore

But, Connaught boy, why do you weep
With such a burst of misery?
Why do you cling so to these rags?
Whatever can the matter be?

"I would surely die of hunger now
If they see me with your nice new clothes
They′ll think I'm telling lies and that
I have a Mammy feeds me so"


I promise there′s no need for tears
And when the winter's been and come
Your rags will be just souvenirs
So you can keep your new clothes on

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