Introduction spoken
We see it on our TV, the Symptoms we know well
Despair on human faces, as children's belly's swell
And Ireland's generous memory so marked with
Painfull Stains
Responds with helpful kindness to relieve the hunger pains
Communications see to it no famine now is hidden
And victory for concerning hands sees none Balance Hidden.
Ah! But Doolough
No guarding Souls could hear the stressful cries
And generations- pass us by and tears are still disguised
Oh the Famine was to Ireland just one more hate-
Ful crush
That started with plantations and Cromwell's
Cruel push.
The coercion of the Union a parliment denied
No native voice to speak for rights saw miserysup-
Plied.
The absentee the bailiff and gombeen men Galore
Reduced a noble people to beggars by the Score.
And mansions gold and riches saw England's
Rulers fed
While Ireland's Fields and ditches were littered with
Our dead.
No ears could hear the crying and the powerful
Men were deaf
And eyes that seen the dying saw seeds of hate were left
The shuffling feet of innocents surrendered on the road.
No bowl of maize but roadside graves,
Relieved those starving hoards.
Oh Doolough you remind us with the valley of your name
How power n' greed and bigotry made skeletons of shame.
The women and the children who ate turnips in the field.
Whose lips were seen of grassy green They
Searched the fields for weeds.
Their death it mattered little,
A millon mabey two.
To the rulers and Victoria was like Hitler to the Jew.
Potato crops they failed, we're told there's nothing
Could bedone.
And soup it would bei offered where the Papish
Church is strong.
T'would never bee accepted in Sommerset or Kent
That they perished on the roadside,
And sold their food for rent.
No ears could hear the crying and the powerfull
Men were deaf
And eyes that seen the dying saw seeds of hate were left
The shuffling feet of innocents surrendered on the road
No bowl of maize but roadside graves relieved
Those starving hoards.
Oh Doolough you remind us with the valley of your name.
How power n' greed and bigotry made Skeletons of shame.
No Monuments remember, the ships of death that sailed.
And some survived to work and toil,
Where others may have failed.
To Quebec's streams of liberty, to Pampas grass so tall.
Went the children of the Famine where.
Freedoms bell would call.
The coffin Chips and Cholera and sea it claimed its share
In the year of 1850 Ireland's towns and street's were bare.
And to the Great Hunger when children starved to death,
And Doolough remember County Mayo,
Where men and women wept.
Last Chorus as above.