Black '47

Where are the Contons?

Either Dead or Gone to Liverpool

The house was left empty

It’s the only one they haven’t tumbled

This is Roison

Sorry Love only nettles tonight

I have food

We haven’t had a biscuit in years

Do you remember your uncle Martin?

Who went off with the English

Where did you get them?

You're a puppet of the crown.

What about your army?

He’s like his father alright

I’m going to America

Will ye come with me?

What happened to the potatoes?

The stalks wilted overnight

The land turned black

And the spuds went rotten in the ground

They would just fall apart in your hands

And the stench

Even in the rain

One day everyone was looking forward to the harvest

And the day after that

We had nothing

The only way to eat was To take the soup

And you took it?

Everyone took it

Except your mother

Afraid she’d go to hell

Then they brought in the poor tax

So the landlords started evicting everyone

Why didn’t ye stand your ground?

Bailiffs