Garvaghy Road
Garvaghy Road
Pete St. John, Shebeen |
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On a lonely Drumcree hill Ten thousand Orangemen are waiting. They want to walk the streets of Portadown Their sashes and their flutes Their bowler hats and suits But they'll not be marching down Garvaghy Road Low lie the fields of Athenry Where once we watched the small free birds fly. "Hey baby let the free birds fly!" It's plain for us to see Take your tents up to Drumcree Because you'll not be marching down Garvaghy Road By a lonely prison wall I heard a young girl calling Michael they are taking you away. For you stole Trevelyn's corn So the young might see the morn But they'll still not be marching down Garvaghy Road Low lie the fields of Athenry Where once we watched the small free birds fly. "Hey baby let the free birds fly!" It's plain for us to see Take your tents up to Drumcree Because you'll not be marching down Garvaghy Road By a lonely prison wall I heard a young boy calling Nothing matters Rangers cause we're gonna win the league Against the Famine and the Crown I rebelled they cut me down But they'll still not be marching down Garvaghy Road Low lie the fields of Athenry Where once we watched the small free birds fly. "Hey baby let the free birds fly!" It's plain for us to see Take your tents up to Drumcree Because you'll not be marching down Garvaghy Road Alone stands the Drumcree ridge They are standing on the Ormeau bridge Cause they want to do their walking on our streets With the sound of foots and drums But there'll be no more Orange scum Marching down Garvaghy Road and the Ormeau bridge. Low lie the fields of Athenry Where once we watched the small free birds fly. "Hey baby let the free birds fly!" It's plain for us to see Take your tents up to Drumcree Because you'll not be marching down Garvaghy Road Thanks to Janne Kauhanen who sent the lyrics This page has been viewed 9540 times � Pete St. John © Shebeen |
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