Below is a song we believe was written by John James Hudie for a Tops of the Parish competition. If you have any information on this song, author, competition or era, please post a reply at the bottom.
#1
I come from Glenfarne, this glen of renown
It lies between Clúinín & Blacklion town
The people who live here, ’tis hard they do toil
Milkin’ the cows & diggin’ the soil.
Two thriving industries Glenfarne it does own
Clancy’s for timber & McManus for stone
With fruit Cathal Kelly your needs will supply
You cannot get better wherever you buy.
CHORUS:
Tourla loo, tourla lae
There’s no place like Glenfarne
In this world to-day.
#2
Our dancehall, The Rainbow is known near far
At the crossroads to Kilty this hall it does stand
Lads who want lassies their children to n
From there they can take them for better or worse.
For strangers or local who need a drink or a rest
Glenfarne has 3 pubs that stock only the best
They are sorry they can’t sell the rare mountain dew
You get all other drinks from Burns, Frank and McHugh.
#3
In the business of catering Tommy Phildy does well
You could got a worse chef in the Gresham hotel
With Gerry Keany for groceries the people do deal
But he longs for winter to sell the red meal.
O’Hagan/McDermott in high respect they are held
A cart to a donkey these boys they can weld
Joe McGourty, our plumber will be easier found
When he marries the damsel from sweet Riverstown.
#4
Our farmers in Loughross have great enterprise
Their Dutch counterparts they brought down to size
These boys from the hills are not very green
Their spuds they will dig by turf cutting machine.
In 1980 we elected a mayor,
Who the chain of this Office with distinct does wear
He was opposed by four ladies, two blonde, two brown
They couldn’t believe it when Pat put them down.
#5
Since Iran & Iraq they got locked in a war
We may fail to get oil from these places afar,
But the farmers of Bars are prepared for that day,
With scythes they are ready to cut down the hay.
To sharpen these scythes there’s a stone tinged with blue
They are quarried by Evans in the mountains of Dough
When he tells them the price, it will make them turn pale
They won’t mow till October when he has a cheap sale.
