Young Ned Of The Hill Lyrics - Pogues

Have you ever walked the lonesome hills and heard the curlews cry 

Or seen the raven black as night upon a windswept sky 

To walk the purple heather and hear the westwind cry 

To know that's where the Rapparee must die 

As since Cromwell pushed us westward to live our lowly lives 

There's some of us have deemed to fight from Tipperary mountains high 

Noble men with wills of iron who are not afraid to die 

And who'll fight with Gaelic honor held on high 

A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell, you who raped our Motherland 

I hope you're rotting down in hell for the horrors that you sent 

To our misfortunate forefathers whom you robbed of their birthright 

"To hell or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight 

Of one such man I'd like to speak, a Rapparee by name and deed 

His family dispossessed and slaughtered they put a price upon his head 

His name is known in song and story, his deeds are legends still 

And murdered for blood money was young Ned of the hill 

You have robbed our homes and fortunes even drove us from our land 

You tried to break our spirit but you'll never understand 

The love of dear old Ireland that will forge and iron will 

As long as there are gallant men, like young Ned of the hill 

A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell, you who raped our Motherland 

I hope you're rotting down in hell for the horrors that you sent 

To our misfortunate forefathers whom you robbed of their birthright 

"To hell or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight