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Great Whale

Songtexte

At the End of a Pointed Gun

I've laboured through two world wars An old war that still fights on I'll dare any man says I've not worked This land that I stand upon A homeland both free and strong To harbour my only son I hoped he'd never see as I The end of a pointed gun

Chorus:
My nation and my son, my nation and my son One found its birth, one found his death At the end of a pointed gun

Oh praised be Olympiad Was echoed the whole world round Nation to nation unified On one chosen stretch of ground Oh proud were the boys as mine To play for their own country I wish to God he'd never gone But stayed with his family

Chorus

The games scarcely had begun When out of each winner's joy Bloodshed rose unexpectedly Eleven dead and one my boy How does a father mourn His murdered hopes and dreams? How on this earth can he escape The agonies he has seen?

Chorus

I've laboured through two world wars An old war that still fights on I'll dare any man says I've not worked This land my boy rests upon

Chorus

Dicey Riley

Poor aul Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup Poor aul Dicey Reilly she will never give it up It's off each morning to the pub And then she's in for another little drop Ah, the heart of the rule is Dicey Reilly

She walks along Fitzgibbon Street with an independent air And then it's down by Summerhill and as the people stare She says it's nearly half past one and it's time I had another little one Ah, the heart of the rule is Dicey Reilly

Long years ago when men were men and fancied May of Long Or lovely Becky Cooper or Maggie's Mary Wong One woman put them all to shame, just one was worthy of the name And the name of that dame was Dicey Reilly

But time went catching up on her like many pretty ones It's after you along the street before you're out the door Their balance vague, their looks all fade, but out of all that great brigade Still the heart of the rule is Dicey Reilly

Dirty Old Town

I met my love, By the gas works wall. Dreamed a dream, By the old canal. I kissed my girl, By the factory wall.

Dirty old town, Dirty old town.

Clouds are drifting, Across the moon. Cats are prowling, on their beat. Spring-s-a girl, From the streets at night.

Dirty old town, Dirty old town.

I heard a siren, From the docks. Saw a train, Set the night on fire. Smelled the spring, On the smoky wind.

Dirty old town, Dirty old town.

Fiddlers Green

As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair To view the salt waters and take in the salt air I heard an old fisherman singing a song Oh, take me away boys me time is not long

Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumper No more on the docks I'll be seen Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates And I'll see you someday on Fiddlers Green

Now Fiddlers Green is a place I've heard tell Where the fishermen go if they don't go to hell Where the skies are all clear and the dolphins do play And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away

Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumper No more on the docks I'll be seen Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates And I'll see you someday on Fiddlers Green

Where the skies are all clear and there's never a gail And the fish jump on board with one swish on their tail Where you lie at your leisure, there's no work to do And the skipper's below making tea for the crew

Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumper No more on the docks I'll be seen Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates And I'll see you someday on Fiddlers Green

Now I don't want a harp nor a halo, not me Just give me a breeze on a good rolling sea I'll play me old squeeze-box as we sail along With the wind in the riggin' to sing me a song

Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumper No more on the docks I'll be seen Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates And I'll see you someday on Fiddlers Green