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The Two Conneeleys - Christy Moore

Hear the Atlantic seethe and swell

And hear the lonely chapel bell

God save their souls and mind them well

The two fishmen Conneeley

Yesterday at half past four

They pushed their currach from the shore

One took the net while one took the oar

The two fisherman Conneeley

From Conor's fort and from Synge's chair

Towards Inis Mor and Inis Iarr

They scout the sea in silent prayer

As they go searching for their neighbours

Dia diob a beiir iascairi brea

Nac mbeid ar ais ar barr an tra

Go mbeid sib sona sasta ar neam

Tomas agus Sean o' Congaile

Draw the seaweed up the hill

And sow potatoes in the drill

Try to understand God's will

And the loss of the two Conneeleys