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Smoke And Strong Whiskey

  • (Page / Boylan / Moore)

    Kids wear white garters and smell like their mothers
    Whose husbands and fathers alike
    Drink black beer in the same public houses
    Smelling of smoke and strong whiskey

    Mammies and daddies and skipping ropes
    Lectures from priests living in hope
    They've not mistaken the brand of their coats
    Paid for by their spiritual teachings

    A busy year this, the streets running red
    How many sent to a nuptial bed
    And how many sent home to a winter of graves
    And how many wait in for the slaughter

    Oh the holy ground
    Ceud mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see
    Oh the holy ground
    The far away hills ain't as green as they once used to be

    It's Easter again and we cannot forget
    Brothers and sisters and all that was said
    So practise your pipes, stand proud in the wet
    But the eyes of the world are upon you

    God in his mercy has given us men
    To lead us to peace but they can't bring an end
    To the profits that pay off the lease on the land
    We still send them over the water

    Seventeen years and Kelly is a man
    Who stands on the street with a gun in his hand
    Protecting the pipers that play in the band
    While the enemy waits with an army

    Oh the holy ground
    Ceud mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see
    Oh the holy ground
    The far away hills ain't as green as they once used to be

    Dia le hEireann, suckle the empire
    Dia le hEireann, suffer the loss
    Of the green to the blue while the media feeds
    On the blood and the pain and the hatred

    Father walks home on the colourless night
    And the organisation has blinded his sight
    His wife and his kids are sleeping tonight
    In the arms of sweet Jesus and Mary

    Oh the holy ground
    Ceud mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see
    Oh the holy ground
    The far away hills ain't as green as they once used to be

    (as sung by Christy Moore)

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