James Brian

Come on, lads, get your shovel and cart, move your tired legs

This work is hard, it comes straight from our hearts

Come on, folks, let’s stab the peat in the fields

Work to the beat, can’t you feel the heat

This is where we belong, we have to sing this song

In memory of James Brian, who came to Inishmore

He found his true love in 1854

The hot-blooded lad should have listened to what we said

He worked during the night and now he is dead

Drop your shovel when the Sun goes down and bring the crop

Back to town and don’t you dare to slow down

Something lurks in the nightly bog, it traps you with its voice

And drags you into the fog, take a look at the clock

This is where we belong, we have to sing this song

Oh, my love, why did you stay

I cannot live alone

It hurts so much when I pray

I'm begging for you to come home

I won’t find a love no more

You were the one I lived for

But I will give you my most honest word

The story of James Brian will be heard