cblemcallister is correct. Eric Bogle came from near Peebles in the Scottish Borders and emigrated to Australia when in his mid 20s. The song is about him leaving his mother behind. When he got to Australia his songwriting developed and he also wrote "And The Band Played Waltzin Matilda" as well as "No Man's Land". Irish performers often incorrectly call the latter song "Green Fields Of France" or "Willie Mcbride"
Absolutely love Finbar and the Fureys. Used to go see them in The Wexford Inn years ago. Great memories. Love this song especially as it brings back so many memories. ❤❤
Eeic bogle wrote this about his mother Nancy, its about his fairwell on the station platform when he emmigrated to Australia, he wrote another song called since Nancy died which is also heartbreakingly beautiful .... heres to Erics mother Nancy may she RIP. Almighty love.
Beautiful song. I grew up listening to the fureys on the old records lps that my daddy godrest him use to play. I have so many memories listening to these songs and can just hear my daddy singing them. I learned many of these songs by ear and played thm on tinwhistle as a kid. Finbar furey best band ever. Have tears in my eyes listening to these songs to this day. Miss my daddy so much. Tim. Rip. Xxxx
Written by Eric Bogle - the actual story to the song would bring a tear to a glass eye. He wrote it about his own mother when she saw him off to the railway station when he was emigrating to Australia
Reminds me of Sunday mornings the smell of a fry and my father blaring this on a vinyl record little did I know we would be singing him off to this at his funeral the words would bring a tear to a glass eye goodbye dad we will sing together again Austin 💔
ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-2MpBad7nMAE.html Here Eric is singing it on his farewell tour in 2009, for me it's the best version of the song I've found.
Beautiful Song... My Brother Stephen Lacken died 10th May 2018 .Aged 46 years Young..Late of Tallaght. Buried on 15th May. Rest in Peace..My friend and Eldest brother.Loved by all who knew him. RIP Stephen ✝
Followed Furys progress for lots of years always watched them with tears a plenty. Beautiful lyrics beautifully sung. Now I'm too old to die young but these musicians are always brand new. Beautiful.. les frary
I usually just listen tp Cajun music, most other music these days is pure trash, but the amazing Fureys and some other Irish bands, I listen to for many hours and find so unbelievably strong and moving. These sounds will still be listened to and appreciated, when so called superstars are long forgotten!
Brings back wonderful childhood memories, a lovely family, spent many days sitting in their mothers kitchen drinking tea listening to their beautiful music..
this song is'nt about tinkers/travellers OR any other nomadic people..........Eric wrote this song about leaving his beloved SCOTLAND And how he leaving his MOTHER. standing on the railway platformto emigrate oo Australia
It's a big statement to make, but I think this, on balance, is my favourite song of all time. Written by a man that also wrote works of more historical significance and relevance, it simply pulls on every heart string when you know the story behind it.
Every time I here that song it brings good memories of my granny mc cabe and William Moran and and the best woman in the house Julia sorry if spelling mistake xx Ee
Incredible song, Irish, Scottish do you really care ?? it's beautiful, reminds me of leaving my grandda's house in ballyfermot for clondalkin and the furey's being the tape in the car !! only about 7 and still remember it's beauty...love it, and my only sister in NY
There's nothing wrong though with knowing the true origin of a song though. The song was written by Eric Bogle and is about leaving his mother behind as he emigrated from Scotland to Australia.
It was written by Eric Bogle, so strictly it's either Scottish or Australian, depends on whether you want to consider his birthplace or his current nationality.
Eric Bogle did a nice version of this himself. He was as talented as a singer as he was a songwriter... I'm not taking anything away from Finbar's lovely version above of course...
In comes the train and the whole platform shakes It stops with a shudder and a screaming of brakes The parting has come and my weary soul aches I'm leaving my Nancy, oh But you stand there so calmly determinedly gay You talk of the weather and events of the day And your eyes tell me all that your tongue doesn't say Goodbye my Nancy, oh And come a little closer Put your head upon my shoulder And let me hold you one last time Before the whistle blows My suitcase is lifted and stowed on the train And a thousand regrets whirl around in my brain The ache in my heart is a black sea of pain I'm leaving my Nancy, oh But you stand there beside me so lovely to see The grip of your hand is an unspoken plea You're not fooling yourself and you're not fooling me Goodbye my Nancy, oh And come a little closer Put your head upon my shoulder And let me hold you one last time Before the whistle blows But our time has run out and the whistle has blown Here I must leave you standing alone We had so little time and now the time's gone Goodbye my Nancy, oh And as the train starts gently to roll And as I lean out to wave and to call I see the first tears trickle and fall Goodbye my Nancy, oh And come a little closer Put your head upon my shoulder And let me hold you one last time Before the whistle blows And let me hold you one last time Before the whistle blows These lyrics may or may not be copyrighted!
Heavens, what a singer. I presume it is Finbar. This song and this most sensitive of singers sums up the whole trauma and suffering experienced by all who lost loved ones to emigration in the past and even NOW.
Miss my Dublin town ! Unfortunately I can never come home to see the city I love so much ! I’d love to bring my little daughter to see where her daddy came from ! She’s a proud little DUBLIN AMERICAN GIRL!
Never say never James. It took me 33 years, but I walked down O'Connell Street with my daughter and stood on the Ha'penny bridge, telling her of my Dublin in the rare auld times 🇮🇪💚🍀
If you’ve ever stood with one you loved waiting and dreading the coming time to get to goodbye. This perfect description will bring the tears in spite of anything you can do. Fury’s accent perfect music and even better writing perfectly done !
Never left a Nancy but I have left some knowing that I would never see them again. This song captures all the feelings. And as they say, you are not fooling each other one little bit.
It's a lovely version of the song, but has anybody heard Eric Bogle singing it? For me, nothing ever quite matches up to a song performed by the singer/songwriter who composed it.
maggs m this is a scottish sang written by eric bogle about leaving his mother as he was emmigrating to australia. the furies etc have covered all of his sangs.
Travellers like my self my father my grandfather all belong to me kerry Doyle his wife annie my aunt and there family god bless all of you Christmas 20,22 God bless call of you happy Christmas 🎄 from thomas 🙏 ❤️ 💙 ♥️
comes the train,and the whole platform shakes It stops with a shudder,and a screaming of brakes My leaving has come and my weary soul aches I'm leaving my nancy o You stand there beside me determinedly gay We talk of the weather and events of the day But your eyes tell me all that your lips would'nt say Goodbye my nancy o So come a little closer Put your head upon my shoulder And let me hold you one more time Goodbye my nancy o My suitcase is lifted and stoad on the train A thousand regrets whirl around in my Brain The ache in my heart is a black sea of pain I'm leaving my nancy o You stand there before me so lovely to see The grip of your hand is an unspoken plea You're not fooling yourself, and your're not fooling me Goodbye my nancy o Our time has run out and the whistle has blown And here i must leave you standing alone We had so little time and now the times gone I'm leaving my nancy o And as the train starts gently to roll And as i lean out for to wave and to call I see the first tears trickling forth Goodbye my nancy o
