Lyr Req: Yesterday's Men & other songs

Subject: Lyr Req: Yesterday's Man.........
From: GUEST
Date: 04 Oct 05 - 02:06 PM

Yesterday's Man, The Sweet County Limerick, Four Green Fields.

If anyone has lyrics to any of these songs I would greatly appreciate it.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Yesterday's Man.........
From: Sorcha
Date: 04 Oct 05 - 02:17 PM

Maybe this one?

The Juice of the Barley
In the sweet county Limerick one cold Winter's night,
As the turf fires were burning I first saw the light,

If so, it's here.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Yesterday's Man.........
From: Sorcha
Date: 04 Oct 05 - 02:19 PM

Four Green Fields in the DT.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Yesterday's Man.........
From: Peace
Date: 04 Oct 05 - 02:20 PM

Four Green Fields

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Yesterday's Man.........
From: Peace
Date: 04 Oct 05 - 02:20 PM

Sorry Sorcha. Thought the DT had been checked by Guest. My bad. BUT, there is a midi at the site I linked to.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Yesterday's Man.........
From: Sorcha
Date: 04 Oct 05 - 02:21 PM

Any lyrics at all for Yesterday's Man? It would help...

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Yesterday's Man.........
From: Peace
Date: 04 Oct 05 - 02:23 PM

The Sweet County Limerick . . .aka Juice of the Barley?

Subject: Lyr Add: YESTERDAY'S MEN (from Madness)
From: Peace
Date: 04 Oct 05 - 02:25 PM

This it?

YESTERDAY'S MEN
(Graham "Suggs" McPherson/Chris Foreman)

An insolent speck of youth being taken for a walk
So tightly by the ear that he can hardly talk

Yesterday's men hang to today
To sing in the old-fashioned way.
It must get better in the long run.
Has to get better in the long run.

A metropolitan marathon has been held today,
But who you need to catch will be coming the other way.

Yesterday's men hang to today
To sing in any old way.
It must get better in the long run.
Has to get better in the long run.

Because when you're told to start, how far can you go,
When your race is won and you already know?
Because when you're told to stop, how far will you go,
When your race is run and you already know?

Yesterday's men hang to today,
To sing in any old way.
It must get better in the long run,
Has to get better in the long run.
Will it get better in the long run?
Will we be here in the long run?

Yesterday's men hang to today,
To sing in any old way.
It must get better in the long run,
Has to get better in the long run.
Will it get better in the long run?
Will we be here in the long run?
Do, do, do, hang on in the long run.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Yesterday's Man.........
From: Peace
Date: 04 Oct 05 - 02:29 PM

Sorry. That "Thsi it?" was a misplaced question for GUEST by me, a humble guy in Canada's friggin' frozen and getting frozener north.

Subject: Lyr Add: YESTERDAY'S MEN (Phil Coulter)
From: Leadfingers
Date: 04 Oct 05 - 03:11 PM

I think it was The Fureys did a YESTERDAY'S MEN.

It was Joey the weasel who gave us the wire:
They're closing the factory down.
Though we didn't believe him and called him a liar,
The redundancy letters came round.
As we read them in silence, I choked back a tear.
It was hard to believe after twenty-odd years.

CHORUS: Farewell, my companions, my friends and my workmates.
Farewell to the pay days, the pints and the crack;
For we gave them our best years; now they've paid us back
By making us yesterday's men, sure as hell, by making us yesterday's men.

So we said our goodbyes by the old factory gate
One cold Friday evening last year,
And I saw it all there in the eyes of my mates:
The anger, the sadness, the fear.
Like our fathers before us, we worked there with pride.
Now we fought back the bitterness burning inside.

"Now Jimmy," said she, "give the kids a few bob.
After all, son, it is Friday night."
But how could I tell her I was out of a job?
From now on things were going to be tight.
I remember the feeling; it cut like a knife.
I was never a day on the dole in my life.

The machines are all silent; the workbench is bare.
There's dust on the factory floor.
They've boarded the windows and chained up the gates.
They've padlocked the factory door;
And I'm on the scrap heap at just thirty-nine,
Just one of the hundreds cut down in my prime.

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Thread closed to avoid splitting the discussion. Please see the main Yesterday's Men thread (click).
Thanks.
-Joe Offer-