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Born with the fist of a fighter far and away this heart of a poet
Stretch across these terrible waters a knock upon the door
Broken land and a wish a whisper of a war
Her hand struck down killing the sound vowing to return
Brothers burned native tongue forbidden
Earth to plow no food in the ground does hunger have no end
Outlawed his God eradicated countrymen
Battle ensued of no use he'll pay for these sins
Left for dead to rise again
Forced to forget where he bled
Thomas Meagher is his name
A legend he became
The promise of America, New York gangs
Facing south he cried out
Gripped by the flames
Down the road of time
Hand in hand we will walk
Side by side
Days of our lives
Breathing deep one last time
One last ride
Writes his wife ongoing strife
We must put an end to the loss of life
Escape defeat green orange and white
Of the dead in red once worn with pride
A golden gift granted
Heading west 'cross the plains new law in Montana
Making way on the trail up to Benton
Hottest July he'd seen 1867
Shaking hands shipping guns a damn dirty business
Sins that might have saved him remain unforgiven
Hand to head bead of sweat
Failed to save the innocent
Down the road of time
Hand in hand we will walk
Side by side
Days of our lives
Breathing deep one last time
One last ride
Hands that hang, vigilantes one in the same
Settle a score on an enemy made
Banks of the river where his body did lay
Never to see Libby again
Left for dead rise again
Words will ring through the canyon
"Don't forget..."
That cold Missouri river cuts the mountain like a knife
On that dark midsummer night would be the last one he would fight
The river boats are gone now and the plains are cut for tracks