It was a great send off
Hopefully more people will discover what a wonderful songwriter he was. He was a hell of a lot more than the Christmas song and being a drunkard. A very intelligent and gifted writer.
One of my favourite pieces of work he did was a song he never recorded himself, but gave to Ronnie Drew, a song called The Dunes, about the famine in Ireland, when they would the bury the dead in the dunes because they didn't have the land to bury them properly. Written in the perspective of a survivor coming back the dunes as an adult. There's a great video of Ronnie Drew reciting it on YouTube
I walked today on the cold grey shore
Where I watched when I was much younger
When they built the dunes upon the sand
For the dead from the great hunger
For the dead from the great hunger
Although I was a doctor's son
I gazed in fear and wonder
As they perished from the raging plague
That came in with the great hunger
That came in with the great hunger
When I watched at the age of four
In eighteen forty seven
The mounds they built upon the shore
They seemed to point to heaven
They seemed to point to heaven
The wind and the rain, they worked their way
The dunes they are all uneven
The children kicked the sand around
And the bones they are revealed then
And the bones they are revealed then
My brothers and my sisters died
My mother only four and twenty
And I alone survived to see
The potatoes growing plenty
The potatoes growing plenty
As we died in vain, they stole our grain
To put upon their tables
The dieing covered the dead with sand
And danced while they were able
And danced while they were able
When the fiddler played we drank poteen
Then ate the last of the berries
Then knelt and said the rosary
'Round the mounds of dead we buried
'Round the mounds of dead we buried
I saw dark shadows rise up from the sand
And dance all around the dunes
They danced the rattling dance of the dead
To a set of mournful tunes
To a set of mournful tunes
A crack of lightning split the sky
The rain on the dunes it poured
I left them lying where I'd shot them down
The bailiff and the landlord
Then I went for a drink in Westport
I walked today on the cold grey shore
Where I watched when I was much younger
When they built the dunes upon the sand
For the dead from the great hunger
For the dead from the great hunger