Christy Moore - Lily lyrics
[Christy Moore - Lily lyrics]
I crossed the River Liffey bridge and
Went on up the town
By Coffey's clock twas plain to see
How time was moving on
Past Neeson's and John Johnson's
Tommy Tougher's and Keadeen
How's it going said Paddy Dolan
Game ball said Skinner Behan
The morning hooter called the workers
To the factory line
To weave the bales of sisal
Into rope and binder twine
Beneath the weeping ash I heard
Jack Lawlor's anvil ring
Back down the town in Cummins's
Heard John McCormack Sing
From Hawkfield and Kilbelin
Chinatown and Rosy's Lane
Scattered round the world we dreamt
Of coming homе again
From the Rocks of Sydney Harbour
The Bronx and Birmingham
To thе Sandy Hills, the Seven Springs
The waters of the Fen
Walking down the Moorefield Road
My father tellin me
Of the Corbally eviction back in 1953
The story of Clongorey
The hunger and despair
Gone but not forgotten in
The history of Kildare
To stand upon the Gibbet Rath
I walked along the Plains
By Donnelly's Hollow heard the keening
Of the Curragh Wrens
Black & Tans in The Barracks as
Young rebels crossed the fields
From the back lanes and the
Boreens came Sheahans and O'Neills
Here comes Darky Prendergast and
Mrs Charlie Weld
The Halfords and The Edderys
The Brabazons and the Bells
The Owners and The Trainers
Stallions and brood mares
Fillies, colts and yearlings on
The gallops of Kildare
The Roo, The Goo and Gandy
Every nickname brings a smile tell Fid
Conks and Corney I'll be home
In a little while
As the sun goes down behind the
Town we'll gather on the strand
Dance to Jimmy Dunny's orchestra
Tom Wilmot's Ceili band
Went on up the town
By Coffey's clock twas plain to see
How time was moving on
Past Neeson's and John Johnson's
Tommy Tougher's and Keadeen
How's it going said Paddy Dolan
Game ball said Skinner Behan
The morning hooter called the workers
To the factory line
To weave the bales of sisal
Into rope and binder twine
Beneath the weeping ash I heard
Jack Lawlor's anvil ring
Back down the town in Cummins's
Heard John McCormack Sing
From Hawkfield and Kilbelin
Chinatown and Rosy's Lane
Scattered round the world we dreamt
Of coming homе again
From the Rocks of Sydney Harbour
The Bronx and Birmingham
To thе Sandy Hills, the Seven Springs
The waters of the Fen
Walking down the Moorefield Road
My father tellin me
Of the Corbally eviction back in 1953
The story of Clongorey
The hunger and despair
Gone but not forgotten in
The history of Kildare
To stand upon the Gibbet Rath
I walked along the Plains
By Donnelly's Hollow heard the keening
Of the Curragh Wrens
Black & Tans in The Barracks as
Young rebels crossed the fields
From the back lanes and the
Boreens came Sheahans and O'Neills
Here comes Darky Prendergast and
Mrs Charlie Weld
The Halfords and The Edderys
The Brabazons and the Bells
The Owners and The Trainers
Stallions and brood mares
Fillies, colts and yearlings on
The gallops of Kildare
The Roo, The Goo and Gandy
Every nickname brings a smile tell Fid
Conks and Corney I'll be home
In a little while
As the sun goes down behind the
Town we'll gather on the strand
Dance to Jimmy Dunny's orchestra
Tom Wilmot's Ceili band