Journal of the Irish Folk Song Society, Volume 2, Issue 12, Page 12

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22I/ill (v-e y an cr v-ersrori)U JJ i 0J J rp ,;j :_r .I .J: iH1 JL-: :11,1_._THE HEATHY HILL. Sung by Mr. Robert Weldon, one of the last of theGaelic bards, who declared it to be as old as the Comeragh Mountains.j tI23Nl7ie Jotcrnej J9 a71* I JI . 1HITHE ROVING JOURNEYMAN. Sung by one of Father Powers parishioners.He had a wonderful vibrato and a special style oi his own. He marked all the songwith long pauses and great emphasis. Words of The Roving Journey Man :I am a roving journeyman,That comes from town and townWherever I can get a jobIm willing to sit down.With my kit on my shoulder,With my pair, and knife and hands,And Us down the country I will goWith my roving journeyman.Aod when I came into Carlow,The girls they jumped with joy;Says one of them to the other,Here comes my roving boy.One of them treats me with a bottle,And the other with a dram;Let the toast go round the table,Heres good health to the journsyman.-I7 ie /Jeat y1 wF

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