The Pogues – Young Ned Of The Hill (Guitar)

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Have you ever walked the lonesome hills

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And heard the curlews cry

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Or seen the raven black as night

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Upon a windswept sky

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To walk the purple heather

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And hear the westwind cry

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To know that's where the rapparee must die

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Since Cromwell pushed us westward

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To live our lowly lives

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There's some of us have deemed to fight

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From Tipperary mountains high

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Noble men with wills of iron

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Who are not afraid to die

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Who'll fight with gaelic honour held on high

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A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell

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You who raped our Motherland

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I hope you're rotting down in hell

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For the horrors that you sent

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To our misfortunate forefathers

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Whom you robbed of their birthright

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"To hell or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight

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Of such a man I'd like to speak

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A rapparee by name and deed

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His family dispossessed and slaughtered

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They put a price upon his head

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His name is know in song and story

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His deeds are legends still

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And murdered for blood money

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Was young Ned of the hill

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You have robbed our homes and fortunes

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Even drove us from our land

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You tried to break our spirit

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But you'll never understand

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The love of dear old Ireland

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That will forge and iron will

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As long as there are gallant men

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Like young Ned of the hill

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A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell

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You who raped our Motherland

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I hope you're rotting down in hell

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For the horrors that you sent

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To our misfortunate forefathers

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Whom you robbed of their birthright

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"To hell or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight