Mccormack's Wall

Well, I’ve not been honest, darlin', No, I’ve not been straight at all. Well, I beg your pardon; The night we jumped McCormack’s Wall I was so happy just to be with you I would have said anything at all. Now I could scream your name Till you do the same, But I know you won’t respond Well, here we are. What’s there to do? La din da... La din da... I’m gonna ride black river With the lark in the morning And the dew upon the dawn, Well, a-home we came a-crawling With our sickness and our song For all guitar makers; for the prisoners and the law; And to the fine wine drinkers Who drank their bellies raw; And to all the good samaritans, Whoever found us in the dark; And to all who’ve been Or come between The lovers in the park; And to all the x Díomasaigh singers With their roots in holy ground. And forgiveness still lingers In the bells above the town. Well, here we are. What’s there to do? La din da... La din da... I’m gonna ride black river La din da... La din da... I’m gonna ride black river Well, this is a song of drinking, And for a drink it will be sung, And I’ll sing it right, and I’ll say goodnight ’ Unless they're serving another one Instrumental Outro: (repeat, also throughout the violin solo)