Christy Moore - Father McFadden lyrics
[Christy Moore - Father McFadden lyrics]
Come all ye Roman Catholics and
Pray you will be near
And likewise pay attention and I'll
Not detain you long
Concerning Father McFadden who lies
In Lifford Jail
He was remanded there for trial
The judge could find no bail
The day he was arrested was
A Sunday after Mass it was Inspector Martin
The man who did arrest
He caught the collar by the priest
With a broadsword in his hand
Says he, "Your are my prisoner, sir
And you must come along"
The congregation seen their priest
Arrested at the door
And David being among the flock
He did one stone procure
He stuck the stone into a sling
And my the Lord's command
He killed Inspector Martin on the
Ground where he did stand
They put Martin on a stretcher and
To barracks they did go
To see them walkinng down the road
It was a lovely show
The congregation booed at them
'twas glorious for to tell
And to see a sub-Inspector on a
Door going off to hell
The Devil met them on the road
And he took him by the hand
Says he, "Inspector Martin
I've been waiting for you long
You being a worthy officer
And you've done your duty well
And now I'm going to promote you
To the burning pit's of Hell"
Adieu to Ballyshannon
Will I never see you more
And many's the happy day I
Spent along Bundoran's shore
To my wife and family, I said farewell
And now I'm away and I'm bound to
Stay in the burning pit's of hell
Some paling (fence) posts were used by those
Who fought for liberty
Their priest they swore for to
Defend from landlord tyranny
No cowardly inspector would take
Their hero away
Their 'star and light' they would
Protect until their dying day
The people then proceeded for to
Knock the villain down
His henchman flew before them like the
Hare flees from the hound
The goodly priest called "Order", but alas
'twas all in vain
The Inspector lay there lifeless on the
Ground where he was slain
The Devil met them on the road
Lord Leitrim by his side
Says he, "Inspector Martin
We will have a merry ride
The flames they won't agree with you
Your head is very sore
You'll curse the day you did stray
To a place they call Gweedore"
Pray you will be near
And likewise pay attention and I'll
Not detain you long
Concerning Father McFadden who lies
In Lifford Jail
He was remanded there for trial
The judge could find no bail
The day he was arrested was
A Sunday after Mass it was Inspector Martin
The man who did arrest
He caught the collar by the priest
With a broadsword in his hand
Says he, "Your are my prisoner, sir
And you must come along"
The congregation seen their priest
Arrested at the door
And David being among the flock
He did one stone procure
He stuck the stone into a sling
And my the Lord's command
He killed Inspector Martin on the
Ground where he did stand
They put Martin on a stretcher and
To barracks they did go
To see them walkinng down the road
It was a lovely show
The congregation booed at them
'twas glorious for to tell
And to see a sub-Inspector on a
Door going off to hell
The Devil met them on the road
And he took him by the hand
Says he, "Inspector Martin
I've been waiting for you long
You being a worthy officer
And you've done your duty well
And now I'm going to promote you
To the burning pit's of Hell"
Adieu to Ballyshannon
Will I never see you more
And many's the happy day I
Spent along Bundoran's shore
To my wife and family, I said farewell
And now I'm away and I'm bound to
Stay in the burning pit's of hell
Some paling (fence) posts were used by those
Who fought for liberty
Their priest they swore for to
Defend from landlord tyranny
No cowardly inspector would take
Their hero away
Their 'star and light' they would
Protect until their dying day
The people then proceeded for to
Knock the villain down
His henchman flew before them like the
Hare flees from the hound
The goodly priest called "Order", but alas
'twas all in vain
The Inspector lay there lifeless on the
Ground where he was slain
The Devil met them on the road
Lord Leitrim by his side
Says he, "Inspector Martin
We will have a merry ride
The flames they won't agree with you
Your head is very sore
You'll curse the day you did stray
To a place they call Gweedore"