《The Old Bog Road》歌词

[00:00:00] The Old Bog Road - Hugo Duncan

[00:00:06] My feet are here on Broadway

[00:00:10] This blessed harvest morn

[00:00:14] But oh the ache that's in my heart

[00:00:18] For the spot where I was born

[00:00:22] My weary hands are blistered

[00:00:27] Through work in cold and heat

[00:00:31] And oh to swing a scythe once more

[00:00:35] Through a field of Irish wheat

[00:00:39] Had I the chance to wander back

[00:00:43] Or own a kings abode

[00:00:47] I'd sooner see the hawthorn tree

[00:00:52] By the Old Bog Road

[00:00:56] My mother died last springtime

[00:01:00] When Erins fields were green

[00:01:04] The neighbours said her waking

[00:01:08] Was the finest ever seen

[00:01:12] There were snowdrops and primroses

[00:01:17] Piled high above her bed

[00:01:21] And Ferns Church was crowded

[00:01:25] When her funeral Mass was read

[00:01:29] And here was I on Broadway

[00:01:33] A-building bricks per load

[00:01:37] When they carried out her coffin

[00:01:42] Down the old Bog Road

[00:01:46] Ah Lifes a weary puzzle

[00:01:50] Past finding out by man

[00:01:54] I'll take the day for what it's worth

[00:01:58] And do the best I can

[00:02:02] Since no one cares a rush for me

[00:02:06] What need is there to moan

[00:02:11] I'll go my way and draw my pay

[00:02:15] And smoke my pipe alone

[00:02:19] Each human heart must bear it's grief

[00:02:23] Though bitter be the bode

[00:02:27] So God be with you Ireland

[00:02:31] And the Old Bog Road