How I wish I was still in Ireland

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Object No. 93 Boyne coracle, 1928

National Museum of Ireland - Country Life

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Object No. 82 Emigrant's teapot, late-nineteenth to mid-twentieth century

National Museum of Ireland - Country Life

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Object No. 81 Empty cooking pot, nineteenth century

National Museum of Ireland - Country Life

I was on my way to Canada in my boyne coracle.

How I wish I was staying in Ireland,

But it seems I can’t.

The famine is going on, that’s why I have to leave.

Oh how I wish I was still in Ireland making a cup of tea.

How I remember my old cooking pot,

Just sitting there by the fire place.

How I loved making porridge,

But that was long ago.

Oh did I mention my teapot,

how I loved making tea.

Making a cup for the family and me.

How I remember those times just sitting there,

With a cup of tea.

And when I got up,

Oh how I loved a bowl of porridge.

I made some for all the family with a cup of tea.

But those days are over

And now it’s just me.