Glencar

Little is known of the composer of this song. He was a cyclist who travelled through Glencar sometime around 1940,

his name is unknown. It was published in the Cork examiner circa 1940

One day as I cycled through Ballaghbeama,

And down by Shronahreemore I came,

                    Brave were the peasants and great their skill,                

That made fertile fields out of that rugged hill.

Down below on a winding through

by the lonely graveyard of Incherue.

‘Twas an Autumn evening as I rode along’

with spirits bright the hills among.

In , the breezes, they danced with glee,

and fair was the valley of Glenvickee.

Home in the evening so calm and still,

The sun’s rays gleaming on Boheshill,

A lovely village fair to view,

With charming people the whole way through.

There are sheltering groves around Gortmaloon,

Where young folk roam in the afternoon.

At Shanacashel I fain would bide-

to quench the thirst of a lengthy ride.

Ah here indeed it was good to rest’

All nature wearing it’s Autumn best.

My thirst I slack for a journey far,

Farewell awhile to you sweet Glencar.

I passed Coose Lake as the setting sun

Skimmed its waters the day nigh done.

A cross there stands on the bleak roadside,

Marks where some soldiers for Ireland died.

I pondered this by the fire that night,

Reviewing the scenes that had met my sight,

And I wondered how such thing could be-

in a land that God had ordained to be free.