The Shadow of King John
This town it's had its salad days until the bills came due
Politocos all left her to her own
Maybe you ran out of luck or maybe luck ran out of you
But rain or shine this city is my home
They're playing tennis at the prison wall
While the dogs are on the track
And Newtown Pery crumbles brick by brick
And they're dancing in the ruins down by Dolans
That's the craic
And buying lotto tickets double quick
So you can choose your poison take your pick
And the boys in the band played on,
And the tracks of the tiger are gone, gone, gone
While the water of the Shannon it flows on and on and on
In the shadow of King John
St. Mary's has gone quiet except on holy days
But the lepers squint's still there to catch a view
They're climbing up the treaty stone
While the same old music plays
In Cruises Street they're shopping til they're blue
Well, what else is there left for us to do?
And the boys in the band played on,
And the stripes on the tiger are gone, gone, gone
While the water of the Shannon it flows on and on and on
In the shadow of King John, in the shadow of King John
Well bless old Willie's moustache
But don't write this city's epitaph
There's life still in the old girl yet
Wipe the shit off top of Sarsfield's head
And sharpen up his sword lest we forget
They'll serve the black in buckets
When the Wolf Tones are in town
And forget about big moneys bait and switch
They're singing loud enough in Thomond Park
To bring the rafters down
And set a ruction off without a hitch
When the Munster boys come storming down the pitch
And the boys in the band played on,
And the water of the Shannon it flows ever on and on
They pulled the teeth out from the tiger's head,
Now he's gone, gone, gone, long gone, long gone
From the shadow of King John...
Autor(es): Danny Vaughn
