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Everything is still
Not a chicken not a body
Just an awful sickenin` silence roarin` in my ears
And the fog of death deepens and lies upon the land
An ould wan rolls over on her back
The grass stains all green upon her chin
I can still hear her keenin` and screamin` in the wind
God`s curse upon you Lord John Russell
May your blackhearted soul rot in hell
There`s no love left on earth
And god is dead in heaven
In the dark and deadly days of Black 47
God`s curse upon you Lord Trevalian
May your great Queen Victoria rot in hell
`Til England and its Empire
Answer before heaven
For the crimes they committed in Black 47
Paudie says `c`mon now
Don`t look back, she`s not livin`, she`s a phantom
And she`ll curse us if we look into her eyes`
Oh God, I must be dyin` - the fever`s in me brain
For can`t you see that pack of children up ahead
The beards of old men sproutin` from their chins
Can`t you hear their screams of hunger on the wind
Oh darlin` Paudie save me
I think I`m sinkin` fast, me blood is boilin`
Don`t let me die here in a ditch
If the hunger doesn`t get me - the fever surely will
So Paudie picked me up and threw me `cross his shoulders
He nursed me everyday `til we reached Amerikay
Screamin` and shoutin` like a madman at the wind Send " Black 47" Ringtone to your Cell