McCormack's Wall
Well, I’ve not been honest, darlin',No, I’ve not been straight at all.Well, I beg your pardon;The night we jumped McCormack’s WallI was so happy just to be with youI would have said anything at all.Now I could scream your nameTill you do the same,But I know you won’t respond
Well, here we are.What can we do?La din da...I’m gonna ride black river
With the lark in the morningAnd the dew upon the dawn,Well, a-home we came a-crawlingWith our sickness and our songFor all guitar makers;for the prisoners and the law;And the fine wine drinkersWho drank their bellies raw;And to all the good samaritans,Whoever found us in the dark;And to all who’ve beenOr come betweenThe lovers in the park;And to all the Ó Díomasaigh singersWith their roots in holy ground.And forgiveness still lingersIn the bells above the town.
Well, here we are.What’s there to do?La din la...I'm gonna ride on black river
Well, this is a song of drinking,And for a drink it will be sung,And I’ll sing it right, and I’ll say goodnightUnless they're serving another one