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Cromwell & Ireland01. Young Ned of the HillThe Pogues Peace & Love, CD, 1989, Island Records, 422-842-2Have you ever walked the lonesome hillsAnd heard the curlews cryOr seen the raven black as nightUpon a windswept skyTo walk the purple heatherAnd hear the westwind cryTo know that’s where the rapparee must dieSince Cromwell pushed us westwardTo live our lowly livesThere’s some of us have deemed to fightFrom Tipperary mountains highNoble men with wills of ironWho are not afraid to dieWho’ll fight with Gaelic honour held on highA curse upon you Oliver CromwellYou who raped our MotherlandI hope you’re rotting down in hellFor the horrors that you sentTo our misfortunate forefathersWhom you robbed of their birthright‘To hell or Connaught’ may you burn in hell tonightOf one such man I’d like to speakA rapparee by name and deedHis family dispossessed and slaughteredThey put a price upon his headHis name is known in song and storyHis deeds are legend stillAnd murdered for blood moneyWas young Ned of the hillYou have robbed our homes and fortunesEven drove us from our landYou tried to break our spiritBut you’ll never understandThe love of dear old IrelandThat will forge an iron willAs long as there are gallant menLike young Ned of the hillIiS, Irish history in song 1 & 2, page 2
Hunger02. The Famine Song (The Praties They Grow Small)The Alias Acoustic Band Irish Songs, Tunes, Poetry and Speech of Rebellion, Resistance & Reconciliation, CD, 1998, Proper/Retro, R2CD 40-73Oh, the praties they grow small over here, over hereOh, the praties they grow small over here, over hereOh, the praties they grow small, and we dig them in the fallAnd we eat them, skin and all, over here, over here, over here.Oh we wish that we were geese, night and morn, night and mornOh we wish that we were geese, night and morn, night and mornOh we wish that we were geese, and could live our lives in peaceTill the hour of our release, eating corn, eating corn, eating corn.Oh, we’re down into the dust, over here, over hereOh, we’re down into the dust, over here, over hereOh, we’re down into the dust, but the Lord in whom we trustWill repay us crumb for crust, over here, over here, over here.COME LAY ME DOWNChorusCome lay me down, and treat me decentCome lay me down, and fill my canCome lay me down love, and treat me decentFor surely you’re an honest man.As I walked out through Galway CityAs I walked out on a pleasant walkAs we were walking, I could hear them talkingOh surely he’s an honest man.The crops are dying, the children cryingThere is widespread hunger all over the landBut when you return, will you treat me decent?For surely you’re an honest man.When I return, I will treat you decentWhen I return, I will fill your canWhen I return, I will bury you decentFor I know that you’re an honest man.IiS, Irish history in song 1 & 2, page 3
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