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Black 47 - Vinegar Hill lyrics
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. Murphy:
 "I get down on my knees everyday
 And I pray to my God
 But his face he has turned away
 From his people
 I have racked my brains for a compromise
 But to what end?
 Only one question remains
 Why have you deserted me, Oh Christ?Black 47 - Vinegar Hill - http://motolyrics.com/black-47/vinegar-hill-lyrics.html
 The Bishop advises that all arms must be surrendered
 Leaving ourselves defenseless
 Against His Majesty and His royal plunderers
 But if the Bishop be a pawn
 I must ask myself whether it is better
 To die like a dog in a ditch
 Or rise up with my people - the poor against the rich?
 I return to my prayers
 And reflect upon Your tortured lips
 But not a word do I hear
 Just a veil of silence around the crucifix
 And I remember the Bishop's words
 "When faith is gone, all hope is lost"
 Well, so be it,
 I will rise up with my people
 And to hell with the eternal cost!"
 The sun beat down on the fields of corn
 The sweat was in our eyes
 When we heard the militia approachin'
 With their trumpets and their fifes
 The priest rode by on his silver horse
 The fire had cleansed his soul
 He said "let's strike a blow for freedom, boys,"
 Then we blew that scum right off the road
 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














