Lyrics:
Life turns
Time changes
Lost dreams
Moon changes
Now bush
Now city
Eora home
No city
Irish loss
Same dream
Vinegar Hill
No rhyme
See the Judas man in red
All live in rainbow's dread
Write out
No call
No home
No all
Eyes wide
No steed
Feel dread
No creed
Rainbow man
Eyes cool
No hurt
No fool
Dead
At Tubberneering and Ballyellis
Full many a Hessian lay in his gore;
Ah, Father Murphy, had aid come over,
The green flag floated from shore to shore!
At Vinegar Hill, o'er the pleasant Slaney,
Our heroes vainly stood back to back,
And the Yeos at Tullow took Father Murphy
And burned his body upon the rack.
At Tubberneering and Ballyellis
Full many a Hessian lay in his gore;
Ah, Father Murphy, had aid come over,
The green flag floated from shore to shore!
At Vinegar Hill, o'er the pleasant Slaney,
Our heroes vainly stood back to back,
And the Yeos at Tullow took Father Murphy
And burned his body upon the rack.
Life turns
Time changes
Lost dreams
Moon changes
Now bush
Now city
Eora home
No city
Irish loss
Same dream
Vinegar Hill
No rhyme
See the Judas man in red
All live in rainbow's dread
Write out
No call
No home
No all
Eyes wide
No steed
Feel dread
No creed
Rainbow man
Eyes cool
No hurt
No fool
Dead
One day in June
I ascended Vinegar Hill
Near the town of Enniscorthy
As the sun was standing still
I joined a rebel band
20,000 people strong
And there we took a final stand to right what had been wrong
Our guns were gone
So we had to fight with pikes
As the Yoemen gathered round the hill
We made two daring strikes
Led by a great man
Father Murphy of Boulavogue
Alas we could not break the line
Our freedom was on hold
Oh we live to fight another day
Oh and drive that foreign king away
Oh we live to fight another day
The world is all before us
The world is waiting still
For resumption of the chorus
At Vinegar Hill
Oh we live to fight another day
Oh and drive that foreign king away
Oh we live to fight another day
The world is all before us
The world is waiting still
For resumption of the chorus
At Vinegar Hill
Last night I had a happy dream
Though restless where I be
I thought again brave Irishmen had
Set old Ireland free
And how excited I became when I
Heard the cannon roar oh ghrá mo chróí
I long to see old Ireland free once more
It's we had brave Irishmen
As everyone must know
O'Neill, O'Donnell, Sarsfield true
Lord Edward and Wolfe Tone
And also Robert Emmett who 'til
Death did not give o'er
Oh ghrá mo chroí
I long to see old Ireland free once more
Now we can't forget those former years
They're kept in memory still
Of the Wexford men of Ninety-Eight
Who fought at Vinegar Hill
With Father Murphy by their side and
His green flag flying o'er
Oh ghrá mo chroí
I long to see old Ireland free once more
Last night I had a happy dream
Though restless where I be
I thought again brave Irishmen had
Set old Ireland free
And how excited I became when
I heard the cannon roar oh ghrá mo chroí
I long to see old Ireland free once more
Oh ghrá mo chroí
I long to see old Ireland free once more
At Boulavogue as the sun was setting
on the bright May meadows of Shelmaliar
A rebel hand set the heather blazing and
brought the neighbours from far and near
Then Father Murphy from old Kilcormack
spurred up the rocks with a warning cry
'He cried, 'for I've come to lead you,
for Irelands freedom we'll fight or die'
He led us on 'gainst the coming
soldier, the cowardly yeomen we put to flight
It was at the Harrow the boys of Wexford
showed Bookies' regiment how men could fight
Look out for hirelings,
King George of England, search ev'ry country where breathes a slave
For Father Murphy from the county
Wexford sweeps o'er the land like a mighty wave
At Vinegar Hill o'er the pleasant
Slaney our heroes vainly stood back to back
And the Yoes at Tullow took Father
Murphy and they burned his body upon the rack
God grant you glory,
brave Father Murphy, and open heaven to all your men
For the cause that called you may call
tomorrow in another fight for the green again
A beautiful boy in Brooklyn
Stopped me and asked for the way
To a small park whose name he'd forgotten
There's a market just this day
I said I'm afraid I can't help you
I just arrived from Brazil
But If you want to go there together
We'll find someone who will
A beautiful boy out of Brooklyn
A braided brunette from Brazil
Spending their day doing nothing
Somewhere in Vinegar Hill
The further we strayed from the market
The closer we walked side by side
Without a particular target
Just as drifting with the tide
It's funny how someone you don't know
Someone you just happen to meet
Can totally shake your foundations
Make your life feel complete
A beautiful boy out of Brooklyn
A braided brunette from Brazil
Spending their day doing nothing
Somewhere in Vinegar Hill
The sun was settin' the rocks on fire
The fields blisterin' with the heat
When the militia came marchin' through our town
Knockin' sparks off the little streets
The priest watched them from his front door
The sweat sparklin' on his skin
When they burned his little chapel down
He grabbed his missal and his gun
I must go down to Wexford town
Where the lightnin cracks the air
And the people sing of freedom
They've banished all despair
The coward dies a million times
The freeman dies just once
So here's to you revolution
May your flame keep burnin' 'til
We meet our Armageddon
Up high on Vinegar Hill
The priest's name was Citizen Murphy
I didn't like him much
He didn't believe in the rights of man
Just the power of the Catholic Church
But I never saw a man as brave
I'd follow him to hell
Or to death in Enniscorthy
On that godforsaken hill
Fr.
In comes the captain's daughter
The captain of the Yeos
Saying "Brave United Irishmen
We'll ne'er again be foes
A thousand pounds I'll give to you
And fly from home with me
And dress myself in man's attire
And fight for liberty"
We are the boys of Wexford
Who fought with heart and hand
To burst in twain the galling chain
And free our native land
I want no gold, my maiden fair
To fly from home with thee
Your shining eyes shall be my prize
More dear than gold to me
I want no gold to nerve my arm
To do a true man's part
To freely my native Iand I'll give
Thе red crops of my heart
We arе the boys of Wexford
Who fought with heart and hand
To burst in twain the galling chain
And free our native land
And then we left our cabins, boys
We left with right good will
To see our friends and neighbours
Who were at Vinegar Hill
A young man from our ranks
A cannon he let go
And slapped it into Lord Mountjoy
A tyrant he laid low
We are the boys of Wexford
Who fought with heart and hand
To burst in twain the galling chain
And free our native land
And Oulart's name shall be their hsame
Whose steel we ne'er did fear
And every man could do his part
Like Forth and Shelmalier
And if for want of leaders
We lost at Vingear Hill
We're ready for another fight
And love our country still
We are the boys of Wexford
Who fought with heart and hand
To burst in twain the galling chain
And free our native land
I told Lick I would catch him on the flip,
tipped my Vinegar Hill snapback and dipped.
Jumped in the truck because I had another stunt to pull,
still owe the body shop a stack on the deductible.
Way Down In Enniscorthy
Way down in Enniscorthy where I find myself tonight
Way down in Enniscorthy where I find myself tonight
Up on Vinegar Hill with the moon and stars shining bright
I been travelling all day to this Wexford County town
I been travelling all day to this Wexford County town
The Slaney River she glitters like a diamond crown
Way down in Enniscorthy where I find myself tonight
If you feel like a rebel, you better come on down
If you feel like a rebel, you better come on down
But you might get hurt if you try and act like a clown
Over Ballycarney Bridge twilight shines
Over Ballycarney Bridge twilight shines
Way down in Enniscorthy where I find myself tonight
Way down in Enniscorthy where I find myself tonight
Sean Taylor Vocals, Piano & Electric Guitar
Donna Edmead Backing Vocals
Mike Seal Double Bass
Paulina Szczepaniak Percussion & Drums"
Look out for hirelings, King George of England,
Search every kingdom where breathes a slave,
For Father Murphy of the County Wexford
Sweeps o'er the land like a mighty wave.
At Vinegar Hill, o'er the pleasant Slaney,
Our heroes vainly stood back to back,
And the Yeos at Tullow took Father Murphy
And burned his body upon the rack.
Danny Cooley always told me
That the Irish could change the world
Said he’d come back one day to show me
Never heard another word
Some say he joined the army
KIA Afghanistan
Last seen alive in San Diego
In the company of a Fenian band
The demon rum is on the table
The bedpost queen is in my hand
Now the tiger’s just a fable
The saints are dying out in the sand
Back in ’23, they landed on the docks
Nearly two hundred years only made it twelve blocks
Or went up that Harlem line into the heart of the Bronx
You’re free as a bird New York
It was, Vinegar Hill down to Baltimore
We hit every joint, pissed in every bar
In that black sedan with the plates expired
Singin’ Homeward Bound until the rising sun
I hear the cold rain lash the window
Drowning sorrows in the square
I think I’ll head on down to Pittsburgh
I heard a rumour Danny’s there
Back in ’23, they landed on the docks
Nearly two hundred years only made it twelve blocks
Or went up that Harlem line into the heart of the Bronx
Were buried with the rosary when the big canals were dug
Or fought hard on the fields with Meagher to the Argonne
Shouting “Clear the Way”, our time will come
You’re free as a bird New York
I took my baby to Vinegar Hill
She planted a kiss on me and it gave me a thrill
I said I'll keep you in my pocket like a two-dollar bill
She said alright I'll make you lucky and I know she will
We passed the halfway house and the Italian store
She was tiny as a mouse and pretty as the shore
I said I'll keep you in my pocket like a handkerchief
c secret in my heart a true belief
Down by the beacon where the walrus sleeps
I sounded like a promise and she sure looked like keeps
I said I'll keep you in my pocket like an M&M
c fine cut poem or a stolen gem
No money no crime no crime no money
cll I got is time and you my honey
I'll keep you in my pocket like an antidote
c cigarette butt or a Kinky quote
It's the fancy car that won the war
Not tequila and beer not my local bar
I'll keep you in my pocket like a pair of dice
c shot of libation a sacrifice
I fell in love with a beast
She had venemous fangs
She was sinking her teeth in
From the moment I sang
She was from back East
Brooklyn, Vinegar Hill
Her daddy was a crook
He worked on Capital Hill
Though she was rich
She was cheaper than hell
She could squeeze a dollar bill so tight
That the eagle would squeal
And though her purse was sealed
Her lips were open for business
There was mistletoe between her hips
And everyday was Christmas
She could be malicious
She knew that I was jealous
So she would always be
Purposely flirting with other fellas
I was overzealous
She had me under her spell
It took me a long time
To tell her to go to hell
I said
I'm a' go left
You can go right
Take your ass back to New York
I'm a' go up
You can go down
You know where you can go now
I'm a' stay West
You can go East
Take Your ass back to Brooklyn baby
I'm a' stay North
You can go South
All the way to hell now baby
Hip-hip hooray
I'm finally free
I broke her chains of misery
She tried to wreck my harmony
And steal this melody
At her best she was Jeckyl & Hyde
Forget Sonny & Share
More like Bonny & Clyde
She said I shouldn't drink
And I was too cynical
But she liked to get high
She was so hypocritical
She made big plans
But she'd never finish them
She'd bring up my past
Like she was so innocent
Like I was on trial
Every night was my sentencing
She wanted my child
Tell me how's that make any sense
I said
I'm a' go left
You can go right
Take your ass back to New York
I'm a' go up
You can go down
You know where you can go now
I'm a' stay West
You can go East
Take Your ass back to Brooklyn baby
I'm a' stay North
You can go South
All the way to hell now baby
Hip-hip hooray
I'm finally free
I broke her chains of misery
She tried to wreck my harmony
And steal this melody
Took a long time to tell her to go to hell
I said
I'm a' go left
You can go right
Take your ass back to New York
I'm a' go up
You can go down
You know where you can go now
I'm a' stay West
You can go East
Take Your ass back to Brooklyn baby
I'm a' stay North
You can go South
All the way to hell now
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
And Jill came tumbling after
Jack got up, and home did trot
As fast as he could caper
To old Dame Dob, who patched his nob
With vinegar and brown paper
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
And Jill came tumbling after
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
And Jill came tumbling after
Up Jack got and home did trot
As fast as he could caper
There his mother bound his head
With vinegar and brown paper
Huh? John Henry?
Gonna take a little bit of vinegar out of you."
John Henry said, "I feed four little brothers
And baby sisters' walkin' on her knees
Now did the Lord say that machines ought to take place of the livin'?
Huh? John Henry?
Gonna take a little bit of vinegar out of you."
John Henry said,"I feed for little brothers
And baby sisters' walkin' on her knees
Now did the Lord say that machines ought to take place of livin'?
Huh? John Henry?
Gonna take a little bit of vinegar out of you."
John Henry said,"I feed for little brothers
And baby sisters' walkin' on her knees
Now did the Lord say that machines ought to take place of livin'?
Huh, John Henry?
Gonna take a little bit of vinegar out of you"
John Henry said, "I feed four little brothers
And baby sister's walkin' on her knees
Did the Lord say that machines oughtta take the place of livin'?
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
And Jill came tumbling after
Up Jack got and home did trot
As fast as he could caper
He went to bed and bound his head
With vinegar and brown paper
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
And Jill came tumbling after
Up Jack got and home did trot
As fast as he could caper
He went to bed and bound his head
With vinegar and brown paper
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
And Jill came tumbling after
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
And Jill came tumbling after
Up Jack got, and home did trot
As fast as he could caper
He went to bed to mend his head
With vinegar and brown paper
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
And Jill came tumbling after
Up Jack got, and home did trot
As fast as he could caper
He went to bed to mend his head
With vinegar and brown paper
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