In Shame Love, In Shame.
Sean McCarthy was an Irish songwriter. He was born one of 10 children, on 5 July 1923. He penned some of Ireland's favorite ballads including this one.
In 1973 a collection of his songs was published in Listowel, Co. Kerry.
"Poet, author, folklorist and traditional music aficionado" Mattie Lennon has written a play about the life and works of Sean McCarthy entitled "And All his Songs Were Sad".It was produced by the Pantagleize Theatre Company in Fort Worth, Texas in October 2010. It received a poor local review. A festival in honor of McCarthy is held every August in his home village of Finuge, County Kerry. The festival includes ballad and story writing competitions. Finuge has one of the oldest surviving authentic thatched cottages in Ireland and this house, Sheahan's Thatched Cottage is owned by the Festival Committee. (Source: Wikipedia)
This lyrics is about a woman who is pregnant without being married. She is treated cruelly and sees no way out. Apparently it is a true story, it happened to someone very close to Sean McCarthy.
They whisper their stories, they glance with the eye. They look over my shoulder when I pass them by. And my father and mother, they treat me the same. Oh hear the nightingale crying in shame love in shame.
Cling to me tight love, take hold of my hand and the road it is long love and harsh is the land. It’s the cross we must carry for having no name. Oh hear the nightingale crying in shame love in shame.
I have wings to my feet and of love I have dreamt. And the moon and the stars oh how friendly they seemed
The touch of his hand in the soft summer rain. Oh hear the nightingale crying in shame love in shame.
Now once in the starlight when he held me close Down by the green meadow there grows the wild rose
and the wind sang of love oh how soft it’s refrain. Oh hear the nightingale crying in shame love in shame.
Hush little darling, we soon will be there and the blanket of love will surround you with care. No wild tongues of whisper, you will never feel pain. Oh hear the nightingale crying in shame love in shame.
The meek will inherit, I curse this decree. And suffering small children will come onto me. And the sins of your father on your head will be laying. Oh hear the nightingale crying in shame love in shame.
How mute are the birds now my bonnie young boy. How deep is the river, how silent your cry. Let the water baptise you then we’ll both bare a name. Oh hear the nightingale sing there’s no shame no shame.
NOTE: I do not own the copyright to these lyrics, written by Sean McCarthy. If the rightful owners tell me to do so, I will take them down immediately! Thank you.