McCormack's Wall

Well, I’ve not been honest, darlin'

No, I’ve not been straight at all

Well, I beg your pardon

The night we jumped McCormack’s Wall

I was so happy just to be with you

I would have said anything at all

Now I could scream your name

Till you do the same

But I know you won’t respond

Well, here we are

What can we do?

La din da...

I’m gonna ride black river

With the lark in the morning

And the dew upon the dawn

Well, a-home we came a-crawling

With our sickness and our song

For all guitar makers

for the prisoners and the law

And the fine wine drinkers

Who drank their bellies raw

And to all the good samaritans

Whoever found us in the dark

And to all who’ve been

Or come between

The lovers in the park

And to all the Ó Díomasaigh singers

With their roots in holy ground

And forgiveness still lingers

In the bells above the town

Well, here we are

What’s there to do?

La din la...

I'm gonna ride on black river

Well, this is a song of drinking

And for a drink it will be sung

And I’ll sing it right, and I’ll say goodnight

Unless they're serving another one