Black 47 - Black '47 lyrics

Everything is still

Not a chicken not a body

Just an awful sickenin' silence roarin' in my ears

And the fog of death deepens and lies upon the land

An ould wan rolls over on her back

The grass stains all green upon her chin

I can still hear her keenin' and screamin' in the wind

God's curse upon you Lord John Russell

May your blackhearted soul rot in hell

There's no love left on earth

And god is dead in heaven

In the dark and deadly days of Black 47

God's curse upon you Lord Trevalian

May your great Queen Victoria rot in hell

'Til England and its Empire

Answer before heaven

For the crimes they committed in Black 47

Paudie says "c'mon now

Don't look back, she's not livin', she's a phantom

And she'll curse us if we look into her eyes"

Oh God, I must be dyin' - the fever's in me brain

For can't you see that pack of children up ahead

The beards of old men sproutin' from their chins

Can't you hear their screams of hunger on the wind

Oh darlin' Paudie save me

I think I'm sinkin' fast, me blood is boilin'

Don't let me die here in a ditch

If the hunger doesn't get me - the fever surely will

So Paudie picked me up and threw me 'cross his shoulders

He nursed me everyday 'til we reached Amerikay

Screamin' and shoutin' like a madman at the wind