Black `47 lyrics

Artist  : 47 Black 
Song : Black `47



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Everything is still 

Not a chicken not a body 

Just an awful sickenin' silence roarin' in my
ears 

And the fog of death deepens and lies upon the
land 

An ould wan rolls over on her back 

The grass stains all green upon her chin 

I can still hear her keenin' and screamin' in the
wind 



God's curse upon you Lord John Russell 

May your blackhearted soul rot in hell 

There's no love left on earth 

And god is dead in heaven 

In the dark and deadly days of Black 47 



God's curse upon you Lord Trevalian 

May your great Queen Victoria rot in hell 

'Til England and its Empire 

Answer before heaven 

For the crimes they committed in Black 47 



Paudie says "c'mon now 

Don't look back, she's not livin', she's a
phantom 

And she'll curse us if we look into her eyes" 

Oh God, I must be dyin' - the fever's in me brain


For can't you see that pack of children up ahead


The beards of old men sproutin' from their chins


Can't you hear their screams of hunger on the
wind 



Oh darlin' Paudie save me 

I think I'm sinkin' fast, me blood is boilin' 

Don't let me die here in a ditch 

If the hunger doesn't get me - the fever surely
will 

So Paudie picked me up and threw me 'cross his
shoulders 

He nursed me everyday 'til we reached Amerikay


Screamin' and shoutin' like a madman at the wind