Tossers Young Ned Of The Hill lyrics

Young Ned Of The Hill by Tossers

Young Ned Of The Hill lyrics



Have you ever walked the lonesome hills 
or 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 

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 

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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 

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

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

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