In the merry month of June from my home I started Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken hearted Saluted Father dear, kissed my darling mother Drank a pint of beer, my grief and tears to smother Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born Cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins; Brand new pair of brogues, rattlin' o'er the...Learn More