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The Devils Own Daughter
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Oh, they tell of a girl who turned Royalist heads
Who led them like lambs to the slaughter
She had ebony hair and red burning eyes
She was known as the Devil's own daughter
Known as the Devil's own daughter
Bitter cold winter, 1649
Oliver's army took hold of Dublin town
They marched on Drogheda 30 miles up the coast
To face off the rest in Down
It had 20 foot walls, 3000 good men
300 Of horse there as well
"Don't fear, we are safe", as he boasted to all
He who takes Drogheda could also take hell
Oh, they tell of a girl who turned Royalist heads
Who led them like lambs to the slaughter
She had ebony hair and red burning eyes
She was known as the Devil's own daughter
Known as the Devil's own daughter
Devil's men charged and twice were repulsed
So Cromwell himself led the third
They held the breach until more men arrived
Defenders were overwhelmed
3000 Rebels would perish that day
No quarter was what Cromwell said
Sir Raston was one of these poor doomed souls
Bludgeoned to death with his old wooden leg
Oh, they tell of a girl who turned Royalist heads
Who led them like lambs to the slaughter
She had ebony hair and red burning eyes
She was known as the Devil's own daughter
Known as the Devil's own daughter
Oh, you know that in taverns in old Boston town
These tales of the past stand with Blarney
The jigs and the pipes and the hurt and the hype
It plays well from Maine to Kilkarny
But how much do you know and how much do you care
About what really happened and why?
You wear emerald like an ID chain
As you wipe that last tear from your eye
His cannons did fire at the town's ancient walls
Two places defences were shattered
He turned to his New Model Army and said
The God of Rise and His enemies be scattered
With a stout-hearted Wallace, Drogheda that day
200 Survived the attack
The New Model Army lost one fifth man
And Cromwell, he never looked back
Oh, they tell of a girl who turned Royalist heads
Who led them like lambs to the slaughter
She had ebony hair and red burning eyes
She was known as the Devil's own daughter
Known as the Devil's own daughter
Did Cromwell do it? Why spared he so few?
Why put Catholic priests to the sword?
Inspired by vengeance, by parliament's might
And fired by the word of the Lord
Eight years before, Irish rebels had struck
Poor farmers were tortured and bound
Protestants were taken to Portadown Bridge
Forced into Ben River to drown
Oh, they tell of a girl who turned Royalist heads
Who led them like lambs to the slaughter
She had ebony hair and red burning eyes
She was known as the Devil's own daughter
Known as the Devil's own daughter
Known as the Devil's own daughter
Known as the Devil's own daughter
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