Christy Moore - Dunlavin Green lyrics
[Christy Moore - Dunlavin Green lyrics]
In the year of one thousand
Seven hundred and ninety-eight
A sorrowful tale the truth
Unto you I'll relate
Of thirty-six heroes to the world they
Were left to be seen
By a false information they were
Shot on Dunlavin Green
Bad luck to you Saunders their
Lives you sold away
You said a parade would be
Held on that very day
The drums they did rattle and the
Fifes they did sweetly play
Surrounded we were and quietly marched away
Quite easily they led us as
Prisoners through the town
To be shot on the plain we
Then were forced to lie down
Such grief and such sorrow in one
Place was ne'er before seen
As when the blood ran in streams
Down the dykes of Dunlavin Green
There is young Andy Ryan he has
Plenty of cause to complain
Likewise the two Duffy's who were
Shot down on the plain
And young Mattie Farrell whose
Mother distracted will run
For the loss of her own
Darling boy her eldest son
Bad luck to you Saunders bad
Luck may you never shun
That the widow's curse might melt you
Like snow in the sun
The cries of those orphans whose
Murmurs you shall never sheen
For the loss of their own dear
Fathers who died on the green
Some of our boys to the
Hills they have run away
Some of them have been shot and
More have run off to sea
Michael Dwyer of the mountain has plenty
Of cause for the spleen
For the loss of his own dear
Comrades who died on the green
Seven hundred and ninety-eight
A sorrowful tale the truth
Unto you I'll relate
Of thirty-six heroes to the world they
Were left to be seen
By a false information they were
Shot on Dunlavin Green
Bad luck to you Saunders their
Lives you sold away
You said a parade would be
Held on that very day
The drums they did rattle and the
Fifes they did sweetly play
Surrounded we were and quietly marched away
Quite easily they led us as
Prisoners through the town
To be shot on the plain we
Then were forced to lie down
Such grief and such sorrow in one
Place was ne'er before seen
As when the blood ran in streams
Down the dykes of Dunlavin Green
There is young Andy Ryan he has
Plenty of cause to complain
Likewise the two Duffy's who were
Shot down on the plain
And young Mattie Farrell whose
Mother distracted will run
For the loss of her own
Darling boy her eldest son
Bad luck to you Saunders bad
Luck may you never shun
That the widow's curse might melt you
Like snow in the sun
The cries of those orphans whose
Murmurs you shall never sheen
For the loss of their own dear
Fathers who died on the green
Some of our boys to the
Hills they have run away
Some of them have been shot and
More have run off to sea
Michael Dwyer of the mountain has plenty
Of cause for the spleen
For the loss of his own dear
Comrades who died on the green