Brendan O’Dowda singing Gortnamona, written by Percy French.

Long, long ago in the woods of Gortnamona, I thought the birds were singing in the blackthorn tree; But oh, it was my heart that was singing, singing, singing, With the joy that you were bringing, oh my love, to me Long, long ago in the woods of Gortnamona, I thought the wind was sighing round the blackthorn tree; But oh, it was the banshee that was crying, crying, crying, And I knew my love was dying far across the sea. Now if you go through the woods of Gortnamona, You’ll hear the raindrops creeping through the blackthorn tree; But oh, it is the tears thatI am weeping, weeping, weeping, For the loved one that is sleeping far away from me. Long, long ago in the woods of Gortnamona, I thought the birds were singing in the blackthorn tree; But oh, it was my heart that was singing, singing, singing, With the joy that you were bringing, oh my love, to me