Young Ned of the Hill (with Joe Strummer) [Live]

Have you ever walked the lonesome hills

And heard the curlews cry

Or seen the raven black as night

Upon a windswept sky

To walk the purple heather

And hear the westwind 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

Noble men with wills of iron, who are not afraid to die

Who'll fight with Gaelic honour held on high

A curse upon you, Oliver Cromwell, 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 such man I'd like to speak, a rapparee by name and deed

Dispossessed and slaughtered, they put a price upon his head

His name is known in song and story, his deeds are legends still

And murdered for blood money was young Ned of the hill

You can rob my home and fortune

Even drove us from our land

You'll never break my spirit 'cause you'll never understand

The love of dear old Ireland forged in iron will

As long as there are gallant men like young Ned of the hill

A curse upon you, Oliver Cromwell, 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, go, go, go, go

A curse upon you, Oliver Cromwell, 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

Okay

This one go out to Shane on vaccay but Shane's here tonight

More or so but man's here tonight, okay?

Everybody understand me?

Everybody hear what I'm sayin'?

Well, give the man a fuckin' welcome then, Shane McGowan

This is McGowan's "Rain Street"