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Young Ned of the Hill (with Joe Strummer) - Live
The Pogues
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Joe Strummer
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Have you ever walked the lonesome hills
And heard the curlew's cry?
Or seen the raven black as night
Upon the winter sky?
To walk the purple heather
To hear the west wind's cry
To know that's where a rapier must die
Well, it's a cruel and precious wrestle
To live a lowly life
So we'll set demon's fights
On Tipperary mountains high
Men with wills of iron
Who are not afraid to die
In the fight for Gaelic honour
Hail Donnchadh
A curse upon you, Lord of Cromwell
Who raped our mother land
I hope you're rotting down in hell
For the horrors that you sent
To our misfortunate forefathers
Who robbed of their birthright
To hell with Connacht
May you burn in hell tonight
Such a man it is to speak roughly
By name and deed
Trespassers are slaughtered
With a price upon his head
His name is known in song and story
His deeds are legends tell
Murdered for blood money
Was young Edward of the hill
You can rob my home and fortune
Drive me from the land
You'll never break my spirit
'Cause you'll never understand
The noble dear old Ireland
And the forgetten iron will
As long as I rock on a man
Like young Edward of the hill
A curse upon you, Lord of Cromwell
Who raped our mother land
I hope you're rotting down in hell
For the horrors that you sent
To our misfortunate forefathers
Who robbed of their birthright
To hell with Connacht
May you burn in hell tonight
A curse upon you, Lord of Cromwell
Who raped our mother land
I hope you're rotting down in hell
For the horrors that you sent
To our misfortunate forefathers
Who robbed of their birthright
To hell with Connacht
May you burn in hell tonight
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