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Smoke And Strong Whiskey Tab

by Christy Moore


                       

                            
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

 

               
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 practice 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's a man
                                
Who stands on the street with a gun in his hand
                                
He's Protecting the pipers that play in the band
                             
While the enemy waits with an army

                 
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

                  

                 
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

                 
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

(Repeat to Fade)