Christy Moore - Lock Hospital lyrics
[Christy Moore - Lock Hospital lyrics]
As I was a-walking down by the Locke Hospital
Cold was the morning and dark was the day
I spied a young squaddie wrapped
Up in old linen
Wrapped up in old linen as cold as the day
So play the drums slowly and
Play the fifes lowly
Sound a dead march as you carry him along
And over his coffin throw a
Bunch of white laurels
For he's a young soldier cut
Down in his prime
Oh mother, dear mother
Come sit ye down by me
Sit ye down by me and pity my sad plight
For my body is injured and sadly disordered
All by a young girl me own heart's delight
Get six of me comrades to carry my coffin
Get six of me comrades to carry me on high
And let every one hold a bunch of white roses
So no-one will notice as we pass them by
And over his headstone these
Words they were written
"All ye young fellows take warning from me
Beware of the flash girls that
Roam through the city
For the girls of the city were
The ruin of me "
Cold was the morning and dark was the day
I spied a young squaddie wrapped
Up in old linen
Wrapped up in old linen as cold as the day
So play the drums slowly and
Play the fifes lowly
Sound a dead march as you carry him along
And over his coffin throw a
Bunch of white laurels
For he's a young soldier cut
Down in his prime
Oh mother, dear mother
Come sit ye down by me
Sit ye down by me and pity my sad plight
For my body is injured and sadly disordered
All by a young girl me own heart's delight
Get six of me comrades to carry my coffin
Get six of me comrades to carry me on high
And let every one hold a bunch of white roses
So no-one will notice as we pass them by
And over his headstone these
Words they were written
"All ye young fellows take warning from me
Beware of the flash girls that
Roam through the city
For the girls of the city were
The ruin of me "