Tom Flannery Hush Little Baby
Hush little baby don't you cryDaddy's gonna make you
his alibi
if you hear things that don't sound right
daddy's gonna speak of the potato blight
if you'll not travel back that far
daddy's gonna pick up his guitar
and sing you a song about the queen
that arrogant bitch ain't what she seems
a terrible beauty is what they say
but I've got no time for labels today
in Gaelic please do wish me well
but our language too did they dispel?
Hush little baby don't say a word
never tell a G-man what you've heard
beware of spies and touts and the RIC
they'll all cut your throat while you're on their knee
and the Auxis and the Black and Tans
have yet to meet the catholic they can stand
so hide your rosary and my gun
get ready for a lifetime on the run
a terrible beauty is what they say
but I've got no time for labels today
in Gaelic please do wish me well
but our language too did they dispel?
Hush little baby but don't hush long
when the morning comes dive in headlong
at the Somme they're sinking in a muddy stew
and they'll want you to die there too
that's not your war your war is here
as an Irishman surely that is clear
so when they break down the door with guns all drawn
tell them daddy has been here all night long
a terrible beauty is what they say
but I've got no time for labels today
in Gaelic please do wish me well
but our language too did they dispel?
Hush little baby don't you cry
Daddy's gonna make you his alibi
so when they break down the door with guns all drawn
tell them daddy has been here all night long