Sencillo / Pista
Young Ned of the Hill (Live at the Brixton Academy, 2001)
Letras
Have you ever walked the lonesome hills
Heard the curlews cry
Seen the raven black as night
Upon a windswept sky?
To walk the purple heather
To hear the west wind cry
To know that's where the rapparee must die
Since Cromwell pushed us westward
To live our lowly lives
There's some of us have deemed to fight
From Tipperary mountains high
Men with gloves of iron
Are not afraid to die
Who'll fight with Gaelic honour held on high
A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell
You who raped our motherland
I hope you're rotting down in hell
For the horrors that you sent
To our misfortunate forefathers
Whom you robbed of their birthright
To hell or Connaught may you burn in hell tonight
Of one such man I'd like to speak
A rapparee by name and deed
Dispossessed and slaughtered
With a price upon his head
His name is known in song and story
His deeds are legends still
Murdered for blood money
Was young Ned of the hill
You have robbed our homes and fortunes
Drive me from the land
Never break my spirit
'Cause you'll never understand
The love of dear old Ireland
That will forge an iron will
As long as there are gallant men
Like young Ned of the hill
A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell
You who raped our Motherland
I hope you're rotting down in hell
For the horrors that you sent
To our misfortunate forefathers
Whom you robbed of their birthright
To hell or Connaught may you burn in hell tonight, let's go
This tour returns from underground