Michael Conway-Solas

[ti:Michael Conway] [ar:Solas] [al:Shamrock City] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Michael Conway - Solas [00:23.89]Oh me name is Michael Conway in old Ireland I was born [00:31.31] [00:32.40]Near the lake of colonially on a bright summer's morn [00:39.68] [00:41.31]But soon came cruel winter to break and scatter my poor home [00:48.77] [00:50.02]Soon came the harsh day that forced me to roam [00:57.04] [01:00.21]Well I reached bold Philadelphia in the brave land of the free [01:07.82] [01:08.89]Where I met with my two brothers there was pat James then me [01:16.11] [01:17.43]We were destined for the rich land fate owes us all from birth [01:24.90] [01:26.00]We were bound for butte Montana the richest hill on earth [01:33.39] [01:34.51]Where their pockets they bulge heavy when copper's running high [01:42.38] [01:43.14]Where the hill rewards her brave sons it's fortune or die [01:50.73] [01:51.77]Where they tread on silver dollars on the crowded barroom floor [01:59.27] [02:00.17]While they strip the granite mountain of her precious copper ore [02:07.60] [02:15.24]Well we leaped down off that steam train and stepped out into the yellow [02:22.21]Mist [02:23.05] [02:24.14]With holes still in our hearts then and a fight in either fist [02:31.25] [02:32.42]No kind face to lead us up to where the dirty smelter spat [02:39.77] [02:40.96]And it's there I took to hard labor as a butte mining rat [02:48.12] [02:49.58]Where we trade the hours of daylight for the smell of copper ore [02:57.28] [02:58.07]Where it's whiskey and the cow pats to cure our copper sores [03:05.96] [03:06.71]Where half the town it labors while the other half it sleeps [03:14.55] [03:15.28]Where upon the granite mountain a mile high and deep [03:22.75] [04:04.56]Oh they know me down in dog-town bare knuckle I would go [04:12.12] [04:13.11]For there's not a man could best me while standing toe to toe [04:20.74] [04:22.05]But I defied the crooked sheriff for I wouldn't throw his fight away [04:29.23] [04:29.96]He should have laid it on at 5 to 2 and backed the bold Conway [04:37.45] [04:38.87]I was lifted in con peoples with the beer and music flowing free [04:46.40] [04:47.45]Where my brothers had just left me oh bad fortune for me [04:55.06] [04:55.96]Dragged out by crooked cowards their batons knocked me off my feet [05:03.47] [05:04.70]And they left me to die there like a dog in the street [05:11.99] [05:12.98]Far from the anaconda the mine with seven stacks [05:20.64] [05:21.53]Far from the ashen faces of young men with crooked backs [05:29.17] [05:30.12]Far from the granite mountain and the dusty grave in which I lie [05:37.72] [05:38.81]My spirit chases starlings 'round a clear mayo sky