Countdown to the final BLACK 47 gig... Bonus... This band rings back thoughts of friends and family... Dead and Alive... Sorry Dewey you cant make it... We were there in the beginning... Sucked up many pints of foam at Paddys... Where is Scott??? A Jersey buddy who vanished but was at my side for many shows... Rich... Hes dead and I dont know why but will be in big spirit Saturday... Bob, right down to Asbury Park... The shows in upstate New York at an event that today would be illegal... And to the guy who bought me a Guinness at the Oyster Fest on 22nd Street??? And of course Peg who was there for so many nights... The memories will never go away... Wow!!! And we are still breathing!!! ;) Big Fellah... ===== Mo chara is mo lao thu! (My friend and my calf) Is aisling tri nallaibh (A vision in dream) Do deineadh arir dom (Was revealed to me last night) Igcorcaigh go danach (In Cork, a late hour) Ar leaba Im aonar (In my solitary bed) I remember you back in the gpo with Connolly and Clarke Laughin with Mcdermott through the bullets and the sparks Always with the smart remark, your eyes blazin and blue But when we needed confidence we always turned to you And when they shot our leaders up against Kilmainham wall You were there beside us in that awful Easter dawn Hey, big fellah.......... Where the hell are you now When we need you the most Hey, big fellah.......... Cmon Tabhair dom do lamh (Give me your hand) Back on the streets of Dublin when we fought the black and tans You were there beside us, a towerin mighty man And God help the informer or the hated English spy By Jaysus, Mick, youd crucify them without the blinkin of an eye Still you had a heart as soft as the early mornin dew Every widow, w***e and orphan could always turn to you We beat them in the cities and we whipped them in the streets And the world hailed Michael Collins, our commander and our chief And they sent you off to London to negotiate a deal And to gain us a republic, united, boys, and real But the women and the drink, Mick, they must have got to you Cause you came back with a country divided up in two We had to turn against you, Mick, there was nothin we could do Cause we couldnt betray the republic like Arthur Griffith and you We fought against each other, two brothers steeped in blood But I never doubted that your heart was broken in the flood And though we had to shoot you down in golden Bal na Blath I always knew that Ireland lost her greatest son of all youtube/watch?v=0V_ZEzdlteY
Posted on: Thu, 13 Nov 2014 18:08:57 +0000
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