ALTERNATIVE ULSTER - PORT OF NEW YORK

Текст с Bandcamp’а: “The famine came slithering Like a snake we never knew We were starving for her majesty And slaving for her too But that blight rolled in Like a 7 year curse We had no choice but to push off It really couldn’t a been much worse After weeks in open waters I came with nothing in my till But if the English wouldn’t feed us Then I hope Manhattan will We lost numbers in the colony Whoa Casualties of the crown Whoa I won’t farm the queens barley Whoa ---------stop------------ You left us in the fields starving But guess who’s going hungry now ---------go-------------- My coffin ship’s come in and I’m hard to port Laying bricks for food and whiskey in the city of New York Theres no living in this city The rooming sure is tight But it beats the fuckin mud hut Where I lost my wife I’ve suffered a hundred funerals Wasn’t just crops the fungus killed But if a famine couldn’t break us Then Manhattan never will From Baltimore to Boston Whoa The story was the same Whoa We had to seek a better life Whoa ------------stop--------- We were not welcome But you feckin got us now! from CRAIC AGUS CEOL, released March 9, 2019“