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lirik lagu frank harte - father murphy

[verse 1]
come all you warriors and renowned n0bles
give ear onto my warlike theme
and i’ll relate how brave father murphy
lately roused from his sleepy dream
sure julius caesar nor alexander
nor brave king arthur ever equalled him
for armies formidable he did conquer
though with two pikeman he did begin

[verse 2]
camolin cavalry he did unhorse them
their first lieutenant he cut him down
with shattered ranks and with broken columns
they soon returned to camolin town
and the hill of oulart he displayed his valor
where one hundred cork men lay on the plain
at enniscorthy his sword he wielded
and i hope to see him once more again

[verse 3]
when enniscorthy became subject unto him
was then to wexford we marched our men
and on the three rocks took up our quarters
waiting for daylight the town to win
the loyal townsmen gave their assistance
we will die or conquer they all did say
the yeomen cavalry made no resistance
for on the pavement their corpses lay
[verse 4]
with drums a~beating the town did echo
and acclamations came from door to door
on the windmill hill we pitched our tents then
we drank like heroes but paid no score
on carraig rua for some time we waited
and next to gorey we did repair
at tubberneering we thought no harm
the bl~~dy army was waiting there

[verse 5]
the issue of it was a close engagement
while on the soldiers we played warlike pranks
through the sheep walks, hedgerows and shady thickets
there were mangled bodies and broken ranks
and the shuddering cavalry i’ll can’t forget them
we raised the brushes on their helmets straight
ah they turned about and they bid for dublin
as though they ran for a ten pound plate

[verse 6]
now some crossed donnybrook
and more through blackrock
and some up shankhill without wound or flaw
and if barry lawless be not a liar
there were more went groaning up luggala
to the windmill hill of enniscorthy
the british fencibles they fled like deers
but our ranks were tattered and sorely scattered
by the loss of kyan and his shelmaliers
[verse 7]
the streets of england were left quite naked
of all its armies both foot and horse
and the highlands of scotland they were left unguarded
likewise the hessians and the seas they crossed
but if the frenchmen had reinforced us
and landed transports at baginbun
father john murphy he would be their seconder
and sixteen thousand with him would come

[verse 8]
success attend you sweet county wexford
threw off the yoke and to battle run
let them not think we gave up our arms
for every man still has a pike and gun

- lirik lagu frank harte

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