Christy Moore - Dunlavin Green lyrics

In the year of one thousand seven hundred and ninety-eight A sorrowful tale the truth unto you I'll relate Of thirty-six heroes to the world they were left to be seen By a false information they were shot on Dunlavin Green Bad luck to you Saunders their lives you sold away You said a parade would be held on that very day The drums they did rattle and the fifes they did sweetly play Surrounded we were and quietly marched away Quite easily they led us as prisoners through the town To be shot on the plain we then were forced to lie down Such grief and such sorrow in one place was ne'er before seen As when the blood ran in streams down the dykes of Dunlavin Green There is young Andy Ryan he has plenty of cause to complain Likewise the two Duffy's who were shot down on the plain And young Mattie Farrell whose mother distracted will run For the loss of her own darling boy her eldest son Bad luck to you Saunders bad luck may you never shun That the widow's curse might melt you like snow in the sun The cries of those orphans whose murmurs you shall never sheen For the loss of their own dear fathers who died on the green Some of our boys to the hills they have run away Some of them have been shot and more have run off to sea Michael Dwyer of the mountain has plenty of cause for the spleen For the loss of his own dear comrades who died on the green