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Dunlavin Green lyrics by Frank Harte

Verse 1
In the year of one thousand, seven hundred and ninety eight
A sorrowful tale the truth unto you I’ll relate
Of thirty-six heroes the world were left to be seen
By a false information they were shot on Dunlavin Green

Verse 2
Bad luck to you, Saunders, for you did their lives betray
You said a parade would be held on that very day
Our drums they did rattle and our fifes they did sweetly play
Surrounded we were and privately marched away

Verse 3
Quite easy they led us like prisoners through the town
To be shot on the plain, we first were forced to kneel down
Such grief and such sorrow were never before there seen
When the blood ran in streams down the dykes of Dunlavin Green

Verse 4
There is young Matty Farrell has plenty of cause to complain
Likewise the two Duffys who were shot down on the plain
And young Andy Ryan, his mother distracted will run
For the loss of her darling, her own beloved eldest son

Verse 5
Now, some of the boys to the hills they are going away
Some of them are shot and more of them are going to sea
Michael Dwyer in the mountains, to Saunders he owes a spleen
For the loss of his brothers who were shot on Dunlavin Green

Verse 5
Bad luck to you, Saunders, bad luck may you never shun
May the widow’s curse melt you like snow in the sun
The cries of the orphans their murmurs you cannot screen
For the loss of their fathers who were shot on Dunlavin Green