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lyrics

Last night as I lay dreaming
of pleasant days gone by
My mind been bent on rambling
to Ireland I did fly
I stepped on board a vision
and set my thoughts to kill
A subversive seed was sewn
By the stone on Tara Hill

Delighted by the gallantry
Enchanted by the scene
When in my early boyhood
where often I had been
I thought I heard a murmour
and I think I hear it still
it's these old High Kings of Ireland
that cry for Tara Hill

To amuse a passing fancy
well, I lay down on the ground
to stop their mighty diggers
who shortly gathered round
when we were home returning
we danced with bright good will
we could see the past returning
to the stone on Tara Hill

It was the 23rd of June
the day before the fair
when Ireland's sons and daughters
and friends assembled there
the young, the old, the brave, the bold
their duty to fulfill
to stop these corporate masters
from killing Tara Hill

I went to see my neighbours
to here what they might say
the old ones they were dead and gone
the young ones turning grey

I met and old school anarchist
who was as bold as ever still
he said, 'I'll kill those fucking bastards
if they go near Tara Hill'

I paid a flying visit
to my first and only love
She's as fair as any lily
and as gentle as a dove
She turned away, ignored me
her passion had been killed
She's now married to the monster
destroying Tara Hill

Well, I dreamt I knelt and kissed her
as in the days of yore
She said, 'Johnny you'll never beat them
like all the times before''
The harp played in the morning
the songs of old soon chilled
the souls of all the people
destroying Tara Hill

Last night as I lay dreaming
of pleasant days gone by
My mind been bent on rambling
to Ireland I did fly
I stepped on board a vision
and set my thoughts to kill
A subversive seed was sewn
By the stone on Tara Hill

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from Prison Bars and Battle Scars, released May 9, 2014
Trad. 'Spancil Hill' Arr./Lyrics KilnAboy

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Kilnaboy the band shares its name with a tiny village on the West Coast of Ireland. Most of our ideas and influences stem from an active protesting background and the constant frustration of trying to exist in an industry where music is lost in a void of cloned popstars. We will carry on regardless in the hope that music still has the power to change the blinkered perception of mainstream society. ... more

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