Smoke & Strong Whiskey
Kids wear white garters and smell like their mothers
Whose husbands and fathers alike
Drink black beer in the same public houses
Smelling of smoke and strong whiskey
Mammies and daddies and skipping ropes
Lectures from priests living in hope
They've not mistaken the brand of their coats
Paid for by their spiritual teachings
A busy year this, the streets running red
How many sent to a nuptial bed
And how many sent home to a winter of graves
And how many wait in for the slaughter
Chorus:
Oh the holy ground
Ceud mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see
Oh the holy ground
The far away hills ain't as green as they once used to be
It's Easter again and we cannot forget
Brothers and sisters and all that was said
So practise your pipes, stand proud in the wet
But the eyes of the world are upon you
God in his mercy has given us men
To lead us to peace but they can't bring an end
To the profits that pay off the lease on the land
We still send them over the water
Seventeen years and Kelly is a man
Who stands on the street with a gun in his hand
Protecting the pipers that play in the band
While the enemy waits with an army
Chorus
Dia le hEireann, suckle the empire
Dia le hEireann, suffer the loss
Of the green to the blue while the media feeds
On the blood and the pain and the hatred
Father walks home on the colourless night
And the organisation has blinded his sight
His wife and his kids are sleeping tonight
In the arms of sweet Jesus and Mary
Chorus
Whose husbands and fathers alike
Drink black beer in the same public houses
Smelling of smoke and strong whiskey
Mammies and daddies and skipping ropes
Lectures from priests living in hope
They've not mistaken the brand of their coats
Paid for by their spiritual teachings
A busy year this, the streets running red
How many sent to a nuptial bed
And how many sent home to a winter of graves
And how many wait in for the slaughter
Chorus:
Oh the holy ground
Ceud mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see
Oh the holy ground
The far away hills ain't as green as they once used to be
It's Easter again and we cannot forget
Brothers and sisters and all that was said
So practise your pipes, stand proud in the wet
But the eyes of the world are upon you
God in his mercy has given us men
To lead us to peace but they can't bring an end
To the profits that pay off the lease on the land
We still send them over the water
Seventeen years and Kelly is a man
Who stands on the street with a gun in his hand
Protecting the pipers that play in the band
While the enemy waits with an army
Chorus
Dia le hEireann, suckle the empire
Dia le hEireann, suffer the loss
Of the green to the blue while the media feeds
On the blood and the pain and the hatred
Father walks home on the colourless night
And the organisation has blinded his sight
His wife and his kids are sleeping tonight
In the arms of sweet Jesus and Mary
Chorus
Credits
Writer(s): William Augustine Page, Christy Moore, Tony Boylan
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