Post by Admin on Jun 1, 2013 19:07:21 GMT -5
The Boatman of Kinsale:
The Memorial is a place of Remembrance to all those who sailed from the Port of Kinsale and who were unfortunate to have lost their lives at sea. Over the years, many people from Kinsale were members of the Merchant Navy, Naval Service, fishing community and sailors who travelled over the globe on the high seas. Some of these people never returned, having been lost at sea, and it is in their memory that the Memorial was erected.
Initially, on the suggestion of an old Kinsale seafarer, Gerald Gimblett, some fishermen erected an anchor and plaque at the Pier in the 1980's as a Memorial, but subsequent to the loss of a local fishing vessel, the Honeydew II in 2007, the memorial expanded to a model of a Kinsale Hooker fishing vessel.
The Boatman of Kinsale.
His kiss is sweet, his word is kind,
His love is rich to me;
I could not in a palace find
A truer heart than he.
The eagle shelters not his nest
From hurricane and hail
More bravely than he guards my breast
The Boatman of Kinsale.
The wind that round the Fastnet sweeps
Is not a whit more pure,
The goat that down Cnoc Sheehy leaps
Has not a foot more sure.
No firmer hand nor freer eye
E'er faced an autumn gale,
De Courcy's heart is not so high
The Boatman of Kinsale.
The brawling squires may heed him not,
The dainty stranger sneer,
But who will dare to hurt our cot
When Myles O'Hea is here?
The scarlet soldiers pass along:
They'd like, but fear to rail:
His blood is hot, his blow is strong
The Boatman of Kinsale.
His hooker's in the Scilly van,
When seines are in the foam,
But money never made the man,
Nor wealth a happy home,
So, bless'd with love and liberty,
While he can trim a sail,
He 'll trust in God, and cling to me
Thomas Osborne Davis (1814–45)
The Memorial is a place of Remembrance to all those who sailed from the Port of Kinsale and who were unfortunate to have lost their lives at sea. Over the years, many people from Kinsale were members of the Merchant Navy, Naval Service, fishing community and sailors who travelled over the globe on the high seas. Some of these people never returned, having been lost at sea, and it is in their memory that the Memorial was erected.
Initially, on the suggestion of an old Kinsale seafarer, Gerald Gimblett, some fishermen erected an anchor and plaque at the Pier in the 1980's as a Memorial, but subsequent to the loss of a local fishing vessel, the Honeydew II in 2007, the memorial expanded to a model of a Kinsale Hooker fishing vessel.
The Boatman of Kinsale.
His kiss is sweet, his word is kind,
His love is rich to me;
I could not in a palace find
A truer heart than he.
The eagle shelters not his nest
From hurricane and hail
More bravely than he guards my breast
The Boatman of Kinsale.
The wind that round the Fastnet sweeps
Is not a whit more pure,
The goat that down Cnoc Sheehy leaps
Has not a foot more sure.
No firmer hand nor freer eye
E'er faced an autumn gale,
De Courcy's heart is not so high
The Boatman of Kinsale.
The brawling squires may heed him not,
The dainty stranger sneer,
But who will dare to hurt our cot
When Myles O'Hea is here?
The scarlet soldiers pass along:
They'd like, but fear to rail:
His blood is hot, his blow is strong
The Boatman of Kinsale.
His hooker's in the Scilly van,
When seines are in the foam,
But money never made the man,
Nor wealth a happy home,
So, bless'd with love and liberty,
While he can trim a sail,
He 'll trust in God, and cling to me
Thomas Osborne Davis (1814–45)