Ballad of Bridget Healy
Come and listen close to a tale that's true
A story passed on from me to you
Long, long ago, now we must rewind
My grandmother, Bridget, when she was a child
Poor, so poor, they shivered in the night
Times were hard with a war outside
Her daddy and his friends, they took on a fight
That came to their front door
Today's the day, so let us all pray
The Good Lord above keeps us safe
An eye for an eye for our freedom, we say
And the children, well they cried
They cried, couldn't understand why
The streets where they played, dead horses lay
Bridget and her friend out walking hand in hand
When a bullet went bang, so they ran and they ran
Home at last to a mother in tears
Your young brother Sean's joined the Volunteers
A messenger boy of fifteen years
Followed his heart out the door
Tonight's the night by a candle light
The Sisters of Mercy couldn't save his life
An eye for eye makes a mother cry...
We all have a story inside to share
I listen to my granny in her rocking chair
A million memories ago, she says
I forgive, but I can't forget
Time, it's time now for me to go
With a kiss on the cheek I say,
You know, You're one hell of a woman, and I love you so
Closing her front door
Away, away, my thoughts run away
On the balcony, Bridget waves
Staring at the sun to myself I say,
It's a beautiful day
It's a beautiful day
What a beautiful day
Writer/s: Gregory Page