Lyrics No Law In Lurgan - The Bonnevilles

No Law In Lurgan

The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me
And the little devils how they sing-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me
Oh death, where is thy sting-a-ling-a-ling
Oh grave, thy victory?
The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me
For you but not for me
I kind of know myself
Gonna put myself back on the shelf
Going to look down on this town
There’s no law in Lurgan
No one knows more than me
And with myself I think I disagree
50,000 souls are we
And we’re all God’s children
Down by the river, there’s a dead man
And nobody’s talking
Down by the river, there’s some mother’s son
And nobody’s talking
They look overfed
They’ll go where demons fear to tread
More than one has wound up dead
And nobody missed him
I knew someone like you
They made his meat into a stew
They said it was something to do
No law in Lurgan
Down by the river, there’s a dead man
And nobody’s talking
Down by the river, there’s some mother’s son
And nobody’s talking
Down by the river, there’s a dead man
And nobody’s talking
Down by the river, there’s some mother’s son
And nobody-
Down by the river, there’s some mother’s son
And nobody-
Down by the river, there’s a dead man
And nobody’s talking