Black 47 - Black 47 Lyrics
Everything is stillNot a chicken not a bodyJust an awful sickenin' silence roarin' in my earsAnd the fog of death deepens and lies upon the landAn ould wan rolls over on her backThe grass stains all green upon her chinI can still hear her keenin' and screamin' in the windGod's curse upon you Lord John RussellMay your blackhearted soul rot in hellThere's no love left on earthAnd god is dead in heavenIn the dark and deadly days of Black 47God's curse upon you Lord TrevalianMay your great Queen Victoria rot in hell'Til England and its EmpireAnswer before heavenFor the crimes they committed in Black 47Paudie says "c'mon nowDon't look back, she's not livin', she's a phantomAnd she'll curse us if we look into her eyes"Oh God, I must be dyin' - the fever's in me brainFor can't you see that pack of children up aheadThe beards of old men sproutin' from their chinsCan't you hear their screams of hunger on the windOh darlin' Paudie save meI think I'm sinkin' fast, me blood is boilin'Don't let me die here in a ditchIf the hunger doesn't get me - the fever surely willSo Paudie picked me up and threw me 'cross his shouldersHe nursed me everyday 'til we reached AmerikayScreamin' and shoutin' like a madman at the wind
