paroles de chanson Father Mc Fadden - Christy Moore

Come all ye Roman Catholics and pray you will be near
And likewise pay attention and I'll not detain you long
Concerning Father McFadden who lies in Lifford Jail
He was remanded there for trial, the judge could find no bail

The day he was arrested was a Sunday after Mass
It was Inspector Martin, the man who did arrest
He caught the collar by the priest with a broadsword in his hand
Says he, "Your are my prisoner, sir, and you must come along"

The congregation seen their priest arrested at the door
And David being among the flock, he did one stone procure
He stuck the stone into a sling and my the Lord's command
He killed Inspector Martin on the ground where he did stand

They put Martin on a stretcher and to barracks they did go
To see them walkinng down the road, it was a lovely show
The congregation booed at them, 'twas glorious for to tell
And to see a sub-Inspector on a door going off to hell

The Devil met them on the road, and he took him by the hand
Says he, "Inspector Martin, I've been waiting for you long
You being a worthy officer, and you've done your duty well
And now I'm going to promote you to the burning pits of Hell"

Adieu to Ballyshannon, will I never see you more
And many's the happy day I spent along Bundoran's shore
To my wife and family, I said farewell
And now I'm away and I'm bound to stay in the burning pits of hell

Some paling (fence) posts were used by those who fought for liberty
Their priest they swore for to defend from landlord tyranny
No cowardly inspector would take their hero away
Their 'star and light' they would protect until their dying day

The people then proceeded for to knock the villain down
His henchman flew before them like the hare flees from the hound
The goodly priest called "Order", but alas, 'twas all in vain
The Inspector lay there lifeless on the ground where he was slain

The Devil met them on the road, Lord Leitrim by his side
Says he, "Inspector Martin, we will have a merry ride
The flames they won't agree with you, your head is very sore
You'll curse the day you did stray to a place they call Gweedore"

I thought that I had the words somewhere,
It just toook me a while to find them.
The lyrics are reasonably historically accurate,
Except that Lord Leitrim (William Sydney Clements),
A notorious Donegal landlord and all-round nasty type,
Was murdered in 1878 and the murder of Inspector Martin took place in
Father McFadden was soon released but a number of
Men served prison sentences for their paart in the killing