Young Ned of the Hill The Pogues
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[Verse 1]
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 west wind cry
To know that's where the rapparee must die
[Verse 2]
Since Cromwell pushed us westward
To live our lowly lives
Some of us have deemed to fight
From Tipperary mountains high
Noble men with wills of iron
Who are not afraid to die
And who'll fight with Gaelic honour held on high
[Chorus]
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
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 west wind cry
To know that's where the rapparee must die
[Verse 2]
Since Cromwell pushed us westward
To live our lowly lives
Some of us have deemed to fight
From Tipperary mountains high
Noble men with wills of iron
Who are not afraid to die
And who'll fight with Gaelic honour held on high
[Chorus]
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
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