[00:10.34]In the year of one thousand seven hundred and ninety eight
[00:17.50]A sorrowful tale the truth unto you I’ll relate
[00:25.05]Thirty-six heroes to the world they were left to be seen 36
[00:31.94]By a false information they were shot on Dunlavin Green.
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[00:41.37]Bad luck to you Saunders, for you did their lives betray.
[00:47.25]You said a parade would be held on that very same day.
[00:54.98]Drums they did rattle – our fifes they did sweetly play.
[01:01.98]Surrounded we were and privately marched away.
[01:11.88]Quite easy they led us like prisoners through the town
[01:18.28]To be shot on the plain, we first were forced to kneel down.
[01:25.47]Such grief and such sorrow were never before there seen
[01:32.89]When the blood ran in streams down the dykes of Dunlavin Green.
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[01:43.18]There is young Matty Farrell who has plenty of cause to complain
[01:50.94]Likewise the two Duffys who were shot down upon the plain
[01:57.18]Young Andy Ryan, his mother distracted will run
[02:04.70]For the loss of her darling, her only beloved son.
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[02:41.17]Some of our boys to the hills they are going away
[02:49.35]Some of them are shot and more of them going to sea
[02:56.61]Mickey Dwyer in the mountains to Saunders he owes a spleen
[03:04.24]For the loss of his brothers who were shot on Dunlavin Green
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[03:13.30]Bad luck to you, Saunders, bad luck may you never shun!
[03:19.23]May the widow’s curse melt you like the snow in noonday sun
[03:26.65]The cries of the orphans their murmurs you cannot screen
[03:34.33]For the loss of their fathers who were shot on Dunlavin Green
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[03:45.77]In the year of one thousand seven hundred and ninety eight
[03:51.78]A sorrowful tale the truth unto you I’ll relate
[03:59.54]Thirty-six heroes to the world they were left to be seen 36
[04:06.49]By a false information they were shot on Dunlavin Green