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Drumnacanvy

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Population
  
1,147 (2011 Census)

Country
  
Post town
  
Local time
  
Tuesday 8:00 AM

Dialling code
  
028

UK parliament constituency
  
County
  
Sovereign state
  
Postcode district
  
BT63

Province
  
Ulster

Ni assembly
  
Drumnacanvy

Weather
  
2°C, Wind S at 10 km/h, 91% Humidity

District
  
Armagh, Banbridge and Craigavon District Council

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Drumnacanvy is a small dormitory settlement and townland in County Armagh, Northern Ireland. It lies 3km east-southeast of Portadown. The settlement lies atop a hill within the Green Belt. It also covers small parts of Drumlisnagrilly and Ballynaghy townlands.

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Map of Drumnacanvy, Portadown, Craigavon, UK

The name Drumnacanvy comes either from Droman Uí Chonbhuí (Irish for "ridge of Ó Chonbhuí") or Droman Mhic Sheain Bhuí (Irish for "ridge of Mac Sheain Bhuí").

2001 Census

Drumnacanvy is classified as a small village or hamlet by the NI Statistics and Research Agency (NISRA) (i.e. with population between 500 and 1,000). On Census day (27 March 2011) there were 1,147 people living in Drumnacanvy. Of these:

  • 23.4% were aged under 16 years and 21.1% were aged 60 and over
  • 48.9% of the population were male and 51.1% were female
  • 6.4% identified as Catholic and 80.6% as Protestant, with 8.9% as No Religion
  • 9.9% were born outside Northern Ireland and 4.6% were from an ethnic group other than white.
  • 1.5% of people aged 16-74 were unemployed
  • Poem

    The following poem is set in Drumnacanvy, based on the Night of the Big Wind:

    It came and it came and it came,
    Like all the devil's bellows loosed out of hell,
    Howlin' and screamin' and cuttin' an callin.'
    It came and came, and came upon Drumnacanvy.

    The day a-fore was flat calm and quiet
    Not a rush or bush or wisp of smoke
    Either swayed or wafted, and words spoke in whispers.
    A grave foreboding' ta them that lived in Drumnacanvy

    Just after the children were pit ta' bed
    The breeze first and then the wind started blowin'
    Tossing and gusting and comin' on steady.
    Soon all was a blur and a whirl around Drumnacanvy.

    The fire was clamped doon and the lights pit out
    As that winter night's gale gathered in.
    A storm they were sure off, but sure it might pass
    Pass bye and over the homes of Drumnacanvy.

    But nay sleep was had for ony that night,
    As the devil's wind kept churnin'
    Screechin' in over bog and field
    Reaching and tearing at the very heart of Drumnacanvy

    Fear gripped all like the devil's own grip
    As now this screeching terror bate them.
    Takin' the very thatch frae o'er their heeds
    Twain thrashed wi' the haggard com of Drumnacanvy

    Who might say in this life he has ever met his maker,
    Or indeed has ever crossed the path of Satan's works of evil.
    That night as terror took its stand
    Both were met on common ground, by the people of Drumnacanvy

    At dawn of day when shaken men surveyed the scenes around
    Only desolation, inhabitation, and sure starvation
    Was seen across the measured ground
    Where once stood the homes and barns and farms of Drumnacanvy.

    Aye! Surely the devil fought that night wi' The God of heaven
    And God stayed not his mighty hand in torrent, rain, and thunder.
    Never again does common man want to see their titanic struggles,
    As he thinks upon the all forlorn, that plundered land of Drumnacanvy.

    References

    Drumnacanvy Wikipedia