[Lyric] The Girls in Old Ireland (The Stillwater Hobos)

Sure the Girls in Old Ireland they come to me
Bloody shillelagh clubs for to set me free
I said my lady’s fair won’t you listen to me
And I’ll bring you to your bonnie lass
In fifty-two the hunger took us by surprise
Water fell into my mother’s crying eyes
We wailed just like a dove in the morning cries
And the crops were sick in harvest time

But my mother she was wise and she raised me well
She told me all the things that there was to tell
Precious you sure listen cause you need me now
In the years to come I won’t be there
You take a hard shillelagh in your hands so strong
Always hold it gently when they do you wrong
But when you hear John Henry’s solemn hammer song
God give you strength like turpentine

And darling you’re a peach tree in the summer sun
With bonnie little branches always on the run
And when cold winds shake your branches like a crooked gun
I’ll be there my cherub son
Like a mockingbird who laughs because there’s someone there
To wonder if they ever would discover where
We’re hiding in the trees without a worried care
Streetcars in the alleyway
Sure the Girls in Old Ireland they come to me
Let their bloody kings and clubs be their melodies
A whiskey-fog still burning in my memory
Scattered all along the grass