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In the year one thousand seven hundred and ninety eightA sorrowful tale the truth unto you I'll relateOf thirty-six heroes to the world were left to be seenBy a false information were shot on Dunlavin GreenBad luck to you Saunders, for you did their lives betrayYou said a parade would be held on that very dayOur drums they did rattle - our fifes they did sweetly playSurrounded we were and privately marched awayQuite easy they led us like prisoners through the townTo be shot on the plain, we first were forced to kneel downSuch grief and such sorrow were never before there seenWhen the blood ran in streams down the dykes of Dunlavin GreenThere is young Matty Farrell who has plenty of cause to complainLikewise the two Duffys who were also shot down upon the plainAnd young Andy Ryan, his mother distracted will runFor the loss of her darling, her only beloved sonBad luck to you, Saunders, may bad luck never you shun!That the widow's curse may melt you like the snow in the sunThe cries of the orphans their murmurs you cannot screenFor the murder of their fathers on Dunlavin GreenSome of our boys to the hills they are going awaySongtexteSome of them are shot and some of them going to seaMickey Dwyer in the mountains to Saunders he owes a spleenFor loss of his brothers who were shot on Dunlavin GreenIn the year one thousand seven hundred and ninety eightA sorrowful tale the truth unto you I'll relateOf thirty-six heroes to the world were left to be seenBy a false information were shot on Dunlavin Green Aus Songtexte Mania