Not So Famous Christy Moore Songs
The Wicklow Boy, Song lyrics and chords, about Nicky Kelly.
[C]As I walked past Portlaoise [F]Prison
"I'm [G]innocent", a voice was heard to [C]say
"My frame-up is almost been com[F]pleted.
My [G]people all look the other [C]way. "
[Am}Seven years ago his torture [F]started
A [G]forced confession he was made to [C]sign.
[Am]Young Irish men especially trained and [F]chosen
Were on the [G7]heavy gang that made him run the [C]line.
[F]Others in the Bridewell heard him [C]screaming
[G7]Even prison doctors could see
His [C]injuries were not self-in[F]flicted
[G7]Those who tipped the scales did not a[C]gree.
Give the Wicklow Boy his [F]freedom
We Must [G]Give him back his liber[C]ty
Or are we going to [F]leave him in chains
While [G7]those who framed him up hold the [C]key?
Deprived of human rights by his own [F]people
Sick[G]ened by injustice he jumped [C]bail,
In the [C]Appalachian Mountains found a [F]welcome
Till his [G7]co-accused were both released from [C]jail.
He [Am]came back home expecting he’d get [F]justice
But [G7]Special Branch men took him from the [C]plane
For [Am]three years we deprived of his [F]freedom
The [G7]guilty jeer the innocent a[C]gain.
Give the Wicklow Boy his [F]freedom
We Must [G]Give him back his liber[C]ty
Or are we going to [F]leave him in chains
While [G7]those who framed him up hold the [C]key?
The [Am]people versus Kelly was the [F]title
Of the [G7]farce we staged at his ap[C]peal.
[Am]Puppets in well rehearsed col[F]lusion,
I [G7]often wonder how these men must [C]feel.
As I walked past Portlaoise [F]Prison
Through [G]concrete and steel a whisper [C]came
"My frame-up is almost com[F]pleted.
I'm [G]innocent, Nicky Kelly is my [C]name. "
Give the Wicklow Boy his [F]freedom
We Must [G]Give him back his liber[C]ty
Or are we going to [F]leave him in chains
While [G7]those who framed him up hold the [C]key?
[C]As I walked past Portlaoise [F]Prison
"I'm [G]innocent", a voice was heard to [C]say
"My frame-up is almost been com[F]pleted.
My [G]people all look the other [C]way. "
[Am}Seven years ago his torture [F]started
A [G]forced confession he was made to [C]sign.
[Am]Young Irish men especially trained and [F]chosen
Were on the [G7]heavy gang that made him run the [C]line.
[F]Others in the Bridewell heard him [C]screaming
[G7]Even prison doctors could see
His [C]injuries were not self-in[F]flicted
[G7]Those who tipped the scales did not a[C]gree.
Give the Wicklow Boy his [F]freedom
We Must [G]Give him back his liber[C]ty
Or are we going to [F]leave him in chains
While [G7]those who framed him up hold the [C]key?
Deprived of human rights by his own [F]people
Sick[G]ened by injustice he jumped [C]bail,
In the [C]Appalachian Mountains found a [F]welcome
Till his [G7]co-accused were both released from [C]jail.
He [Am]came back home expecting he’d get [F]justice
But [G7]Special Branch men took him from the [C]plane
For [Am]three years we deprived of his [F]freedom
The [G7]guilty jeer the innocent a[C]gain.
Give the Wicklow Boy his [F]freedom
We Must [G]Give him back his liber[C]ty
Or are we going to [F]leave him in chains
While [G7]those who framed him up hold the [C]key?
The [Am]people versus Kelly was the [F]title
Of the [G7]farce we staged at his ap[C]peal.
[Am]Puppets in well rehearsed col[F]lusion,
I [G7]often wonder how these men must [C]feel.
As I walked past Portlaoise [F]Prison
Through [G]concrete and steel a whisper [C]came
"My frame-up is almost com[F]pleted.
I'm [G]innocent, Nicky Kelly is my [C]name. "
Give the Wicklow Boy his [F]freedom
We Must [G]Give him back his liber[C]ty
Or are we going to [F]leave him in chains
While [G7]those who framed him up hold the [C]key?
Stall The Digger Sham. Christy Moore Lyrics. Christy wrote this song while turing Germany in 1996
As the moon shone down along the old Rhine valley
Two sham chuckles from the falls were on the gin
In de authentic Irish pub down Gooter Strasse
They fought about whose turn it was to get them in
Bridie from the Bogside got abusive
As her dander with the Schnapps began to rise
She tore into two Free Staters out from Galway
Where were you on Bloody Sunday Bridle cried
So stall the digger sham, tell Einstein to go easy
on the water
I'm outa here as soon as I can raise the fare
Trying to keep the best side out on German porter
Waiting for the dust to settle over there
In Ludwigsberg Dieter flipped out on the cocaine
As Grdinne gave him hardstick down the hall
She battered his machismo something brutal
Till Dieter roared in German Fuck yin all
Pascal from Ardoyne was fantasising
And humming Irish ways and Irish Laws
Until Dieter struck the out on Pascal's dentures
Another poor auld martyr for the cause
The Dubliners were playing in The Stadthalle
One cold November night in East Berlin
When Rejoin was introduced to
Wolfgang Straightaway she took an awful shine to him
She got romantic when John Sheehan played the Coolin
She got frisky when Ronnie went to sing
But when Barney struck up the mason apron
Reisin knew she would commit a mortal sin
As the moon shone down along the old Rhine valley
Two sham chuckles from the falls were on the gin
In de authentic Irish pub down Gooter Strasse
They fought about whose turn it was to get them in
Bridie from the Bogside got abusive
As her dander with the Schnapps began to rise
She tore into two Free Staters out from Galway
Where were you on Bloody Sunday Bridle cried
So stall the digger sham, tell Einstein to go easy
on the water
I'm outa here as soon as I can raise the fare
Trying to keep the best side out on German porter
Waiting for the dust to settle over there
In Ludwigsberg Dieter flipped out on the cocaine
As Grdinne gave him hardstick down the hall
She battered his machismo something brutal
Till Dieter roared in German Fuck yin all
Pascal from Ardoyne was fantasising
And humming Irish ways and Irish Laws
Until Dieter struck the out on Pascal's dentures
Another poor auld martyr for the cause
The Dubliners were playing in The Stadthalle
One cold November night in East Berlin
When Rejoin was introduced to
Wolfgang Straightaway she took an awful shine to him
She got romantic when John Sheehan played the Coolin
She got frisky when Ronnie went to sing
But when Barney struck up the mason apron
Reisin knew she would commit a mortal sin
Joe Doherty Song Lyrics By Christy Moore. Joe was arrested and held in America for 10 years while Britain sought his extradition. He was returned to Long Kesh [ song lyrics ]in 1993 and released in 1997.
I thank you for the privilege of singing on your stage
Of visiting your country and the welcome that you gave
I don't wish to abuse it but one thing I'd like to say
Joe Doherty is still locked up in a New York jail today
There's many in for murder, remanded on appeal
Behind barbed wire and concrete, iron bars and steel
Here is a man who's never once been charged with any crime
Does anybody understand why Joe's still doing time
With respect to Mr Thornburg please may I call you sir
Joe's papers have been on your desk a thousand days and more
Why must US Justice be subsumed by Thatcher's plan
To extradite and persecute another Irishman
Six times faced extradition, six times Joe has won
Judge Sprizzo ruled in '84 leave this man alone
Between Washington and London the game of chess goes on
Bishops, castles, kings and queens and Joe Doherty is the pawn
I stand here in the shadow of the Statue of Liberty
I thank you for listening to my songs and the welcome you gave me
As I leave the shores of America may I suggest to you
Joe Doherty has done nothing that George Washington did not so.
Andytown Girl Song Lyrics By Christy Moore. This song is about Mairead Farrell.
I see the image of your face
But I cannot hear your voice
Even tho your lips are moving
Your sweet lips they are moving
Now I see you laughing
But I cannot hear your voice
Even tho' your eyes are shining
Your eyes forever shining
You are playing in the sand
But I cannot hear your voice
And I see you dancing
As you do your Irish dancing
When you were behind those prison walls
I could not hear your voice
But you told me of your dreaming
And I know what you were dreaming
I saw how you were taken
And I could not hear your voice
But I knew you weren't complaining
You were not one for complaining
I saw your hands joined in communion
But I could not hear your voice
I know you took a beating
But you never will be beaten
The Phone Tap Squad Song Lyrics By Christy Moore. Written by Christy during one of his shows in The National Stadium during the 1980's
Be careful when you're talking on the phone
Don't assume that you're together all alone
Wires get crossed and rights got lost along the line
The phone tap squad they can be listening all the time
Should they get wind that you have ceased to go to mass
Or if you are anti-coursing pro divorce
If you say you'll meet your date at The G.P.O
The phone lap squid will mark it down and away you'll go
Should you mention you have voted Sinn Sein
They'll mark you down for holidays on Ihn Curragh Plane
If they should hear that you're opposed the nuclear war
The phone tap squad will mark your chart in Templemore
I thank you for the privilege of singing on your stage
Of visiting your country and the welcome that you gave
I don't wish to abuse it but one thing I'd like to say
Joe Doherty is still locked up in a New York jail today
There's many in for murder, remanded on appeal
Behind barbed wire and concrete, iron bars and steel
Here is a man who's never once been charged with any crime
Does anybody understand why Joe's still doing time
With respect to Mr Thornburg please may I call you sir
Joe's papers have been on your desk a thousand days and more
Why must US Justice be subsumed by Thatcher's plan
To extradite and persecute another Irishman
Six times faced extradition, six times Joe has won
Judge Sprizzo ruled in '84 leave this man alone
Between Washington and London the game of chess goes on
Bishops, castles, kings and queens and Joe Doherty is the pawn
I stand here in the shadow of the Statue of Liberty
I thank you for listening to my songs and the welcome you gave me
As I leave the shores of America may I suggest to you
Joe Doherty has done nothing that George Washington did not so.
Andytown Girl Song Lyrics By Christy Moore. This song is about Mairead Farrell.
I see the image of your face
But I cannot hear your voice
Even tho your lips are moving
Your sweet lips they are moving
Now I see you laughing
But I cannot hear your voice
Even tho' your eyes are shining
Your eyes forever shining
You are playing in the sand
But I cannot hear your voice
And I see you dancing
As you do your Irish dancing
When you were behind those prison walls
I could not hear your voice
But you told me of your dreaming
And I know what you were dreaming
I saw how you were taken
And I could not hear your voice
But I knew you weren't complaining
You were not one for complaining
I saw your hands joined in communion
But I could not hear your voice
I know you took a beating
But you never will be beaten
The Phone Tap Squad Song Lyrics By Christy Moore. Written by Christy during one of his shows in The National Stadium during the 1980's
Be careful when you're talking on the phone
Don't assume that you're together all alone
Wires get crossed and rights got lost along the line
The phone tap squad they can be listening all the time
Should they get wind that you have ceased to go to mass
Or if you are anti-coursing pro divorce
If you say you'll meet your date at The G.P.O
The phone lap squid will mark it down and away you'll go
Should you mention you have voted Sinn Sein
They'll mark you down for holidays on Ihn Curragh Plane
If they should hear that you're opposed the nuclear war
The phone tap squad will mark your chart in Templemore
