Who wanted to work today anyway !!

I hope this cut and paste will work

TO FIND THEIR ULSTER PEACE
Vin Garbutt (Home Roots Music)

Last week I heard him speak in Philadelphia P.A.
A troubled man from Ireland,
He spoke so close to tears.
Of fires fanned in his native land,
By hands across the seas.
Who gave their funds for to buy the guns
To find their Ulster peace.

He told me of the immigrant of many years gone by.
Who brought with him the memory of pain and misery.
Who told his sons of the cruelty done under the Godless yoke.
Who bade them sow the seeds to grow to feed his starving folk.

That's true you know but for the seeds to grow you must tend them lovingly
But some were fed on ancient dread, on tolerance never weaned.
So many miles away were they when that mother to be fell and cried
As a rifle cracked and a seed went back and smacked into her unborn child.

Oh, there's sons of sons of Erin's Isle, who've never seen "the green"
There's sons of Ulster Orangemen, to Belfast never been.
They give their money freely, oh, so clearly for the good.
They do not see that mother fall nor see her baby's blood.
So now I pray to those who say their minds can stay at ease,
That they might face the Armalite they've sent across the seas.
That they may dream of a young man's scream as a bullet smashes his knees.
They might lie, where a child must die, to find their Ulster peace.


I notice on the album that Vin substitutes night for week in the first verse.