Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Forgotten Hero, artist - Patrick Street. Album song Irish Times, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 14.03.2006
Record label: Green Linnet
Song language: English
A Forgotten Hero |
The Landlord’s agents standing with their crowbars in their hands, |
Four little children watch the fire and do not understand |
Just another family evicted from their home |
And the memory never faded for one brave man from Mayo. |
He grew up in an English town and ideas filled his head |
He read about John Mitchell and what Fintan Lalor said |
How the landed gentry with their property unearned |
Took the food from millions gave them famine in return |
Michael Davidd was nineteen when he joined the IRB |
But the police they arrested him in 1870 |
And the lies of the informer sent Michael Davitt down |
For fifteen years in Dartmoor as a traitor to the crown |
The Landlord and his agent wrote Davitt from his cell |
For selfishness and cruelty have no parallel |
And the one thing they’re entitled to these idle thoroughbreds |
Is a one way ticket out of here third class to Holyhead |
After seven years and seven months this convict was released |
His spirit was unbroken his commitment but increased |
And with one clear call he then unveiled his plan |
We’ll form a mighty Land League and we’ll nationalise the land |
O Forgotten hero in poverty you came |
But you never looked for riches and you never looked for fame |
The interests of the common man it was your life’s aim |
Forgotten Hero never vanquishes in the struggle |
The rain lashed down all summer and filled the people’s heart with fear |
And the harvest was the worst since the dreadful Famine years |
But the Land League’s Monster Meeting showed the farmers they were strong |
And if we all stick together, boys, it won’t take very long |
Out the ruins of the cottage where he first he drew his breath |
Davitt said I hope that I may have pleasure yet |
Of trampling on the ruins of this greedy useless band |
And driving landlordism from the shores of Ireland |
With Parnell as it’s leader the land war held his course |
Hold the rent and hold the harvest they can’t evict us all |
And Davitt crossed the ocean saying give what you can spare |
And the Irish in Amerikay they paid up their full share |
But not for the first time and neither for the last |
The Dublin Castle Bishops nailed their colours to the mast |
And the Altars rang with warnings, respect the law we say |
For these Fenians and these Socialists are leading you astray |
With the laws of Private Property and the army at his back |
Buckshot Forster then arrested all the leaders of the pack |
In the Hallowed House of Commons the Gents did cheer and howl |
When they heard that Michael Davitt was safely back in jail |
And the treaty of Kilmainham Parnell threw it all away |
It was the turning point in his career and he turned the wrong way |
And the revolution missed it’s chance with victory in it’s sight |
And fell down like a house of cards collapsing overnight |
Davitt saw the Land war as the first step down the track |
And he hoped to see the end of the Queen and the end of Union Jack |
And I hope some tremor reached him where he lies in bleak Mayo |
When they raised the Harp without the Crown above the GPO |
O Forgotten Hero in peace may you rest |
Your heart was always with the poor and the oppressed |
A prison cell could never quell the courage you possessed |
Forgotten Hero never vanquishes in the struggle |