Written by Peter De Lacey
Adieu to you Glangevlin that homely little spot
Though far away in a foreign shore forget you I cannot
In dreams I see your historic hills and grand green fields astore
Adieu to you Glangevlin shall I ever see you more
Farewell to my thatched cabin home so humble plain and small
Where on many a long cold Winter night the neighbours used to call
They would tell the tales and sing the songs of happy days of yore
Adieu to you Glangevlin shall I ever see you more
Farewell to the little chapel there where I often knelt in prayer
And listened to the sermon preached by the good Priest that was there
Most fond things fair could not compare with the place I do adore
Adieu to you Glangevlin shall I ever see you more
Farewell to the little boreen green so silent now and low
Where often there with colleens fair and comrades I did know
My eyes now with the tear drops in my heart with grief is sore
Adieu to you Glangevlin shall I ever see you more
Ah dear ould Glan your historic hills re-echoed every call
When Parnell nobly led the van and the green flag overall
The landlord days are past and gone the Blackbird is no more
Adieu to you Glangevlin shall I ever see you more
Farewell to all my comrades and friends so kind and true
Although three thousand miles away I oft times think of you
But I must seek my fortune here upon Columbia’s shore
Adieu to you Glangevlin shall I ever see you more.
Written by Peter De lacey, Derrynananta Lower,
It can be sung to different airs (Glenswilly) (Boston Burglar)
Submitted by Gregory McGovern, Clane, Co. Kildare, whose mother was from Glan and she attended Derrynananta school.