Keep our Fire Burning (Far Jeremiah)
"Friend Mamie, when years and months have glided by, And on this page you cast your eye, Remember t'was a friend sincere, What left this kind remembrance here, And best wishes for your future cheers." -Your friend, Johey Bull, Mottsville 1892
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"There is nothing but death, Our affection can sever, And till life's latest breath, Love shall bind us forever." -Annie H, Mottsville 1892
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“Sweet Maggie, tomorrow I’ll sail, for to kindle our fortune aflame,
With wood short and larder soon bare, I’ll set sail for Americay.”
‘Twas early spring in Galway Bay, Maggie waved her true love farewell,
The bark bore her hope and her heart, away on the sea’s great swell.
You’re far away from me Jeremiah, come back home to me,
You’re far away from me Jeremiah, far across the sea,...
Coinnigh ar dtine lasta...(Keep our fire burning)
His final words reassured her, “it shall not be long that I stay
“Short-lived will your heartache flare, I’ll return from Americay.
“Tend the hearth Maggie my dear, our treasure is closer at hand
“I venture west now for one year, rewards held deep in the land.”
“Time slips through my fingers my dear, our flame dwindles distant from sight,
“With each passing day I spend here, our Galway Bay fades into the night
“Tend the hearth Maggie no more, nor kindle our flame with your love,
“An ember is all that remains, amongst ashes of memory.”
With wood short and larder soon bare, I’ll set sail for Americay.”
‘Twas early spring in Galway Bay, Maggie waved her true love farewell,
The bark bore her hope and her heart, away on the sea’s great swell.
You’re far away from me Jeremiah, come back home to me,
You’re far away from me Jeremiah, far across the sea,...
Coinnigh ar dtine lasta...(Keep our fire burning)
His final words reassured her, “it shall not be long that I stay
“Short-lived will your heartache flare, I’ll return from Americay.
“Tend the hearth Maggie my dear, our treasure is closer at hand
“I venture west now for one year, rewards held deep in the land.”
“Time slips through my fingers my dear, our flame dwindles distant from sight,
“With each passing day I spend here, our Galway Bay fades into the night
“Tend the hearth Maggie no more, nor kindle our flame with your love,
“An ember is all that remains, amongst ashes of memory.”