Cassidy's Brewery - Young Ned of the Hill (The Pogues cover)

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↓ LYRICS ↓

Have you ever walked the lonesome hills
And heard the curlews cry
Or seen the raven black as night
Upon the windswept sky
To walk the purple heather
And to hear the westwind cry
To know that's where the rapparee must die

Well 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
Or 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
You've robbed of their birthright
"To hell or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight

Of such a man I'd like to speak
A rapparee by name and deed
His family dispossessed and slaughtered
Put a price upon his head
His name is known in songs and stories
His deeds are legends still
And murdered for blood money
Was the young Ned of the hill

Tho' you have robbed our homes and fortunes
Even drove us from our land
You tried to break our spirit
But you'll never understand
The love of dear old Ireland
That forged the iron will
As long as there are gallant men
Like young Ned of the hill

A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell
You raped our motherland
I hope you're rotting down in hell
For the horrors that you sent
To our misfortunate forefathers
You've robbed of their birthright
"To hell or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight

A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell
You raped our motherland
I hope you're rotting down in hell
For the horrors that you sent
To our misfortunate forefathers
You've robbed of their birthright
"To hell or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight