the story of the English massacre of innocent Irish "suspects" on the Dunlavin plains in Ireland due to treachery [Traditional]
Gay plays autoharp; Terry vocals and guitars; Terry went on to play with the Pogues;
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In the year of one thousand seven hundred and ninety-eight
A sorrowful tale, unto you the truth I'll relate
Of thirty-six heroes to the world it was left to be seen
By a false information were shot on Dunlavin Green
Bad luck to you, Saunders, for you did their lives betray
For 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
Quite easy they led us as prisoners through the town
To be shot on the plain, we then were forced to kneel down
Such grief and such sorrow t'was never before there seen
When the blood ran in streams down the dykes of Dunlavin Green
There's 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 beloved, eldest son
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Bad luck to you, Saunders, bad luck may you never shun
May the widow's curse melt you like all of the snows in the sun
And the murmurs of the orphans, those murmurs you never can scream
For the loss of their fathers down on Dunlavin Green
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In the year of one thousand seven hundred and ninety-eight
A sorrowful tale, that I told is yours to relate
Of thirty-six heroes to the world it was left to be seen
By a false information were shot on Dunlavin Green
-Trad
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