The Old Bog Road-Josef Locke & Orchestra

[ti:The Old Bog Road] [ar:Various Artists] [al:Sounds Of Ireland] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The Old Bog Road - Josef Locke & Orchestra [00:12.13]My feet are here on Broadway [00:18.89]This blessed harvest morn [00:23.85]But oh the ache thats in my heart [00:29.08]For the spot where I was born [00:35.10] [00:36.34]My weary hands are blistered [00:41.86]Through work in cold and heat [00:46.59]And oh to swing a scythe once more [00:49.79] [00:50.50]Through a field of Irish wheat [00:55.91]But here was I on Broadway [01:00.92]A-building bricks per loa [01:06.75] [01:08.04]Id sooner see the hawthorn tree [01:17.47]By the Old Bog Road [01:24.38] [01:30.95]My mother died last springtime [01:37.66]When Erins fields were green [01:42.63]The neighbours said her waking [01:46.61]Was the finest ever seen [01:53.83]There were snowdrops and primroses [01:58.32] [01:59.21]Piled high above her bed [02:02.24] [02:03.24]And Ferns Church was crowded [02:06.95]When her funeral Mass was read [02:12.83] [02:13.77]But here was I on Broadway [02:18.63]A-building bricks per load [02:24.93] [02:26.37]When they carried out her coffin [02:36.18]Down the old Bog Road [02:45.39] [02:49.45]Ah Lifes a weary puzzle [02:54.86]Past finding out by man [02:57.80] [02:59.15]Ill take the day for what its worth [03:02.32]And do the best I can [03:06.16] [03:07.39]Since no one cares a rush for me [03:11.46]What need is there to moan [03:14.15] [03:15.61]Ill go my way and draw my pay [03:20.41]And smoke my pipe alone [03:25.65]Each human heart must bear its grief [03:29.21] [03:30.29]Though bitter be the bode [03:36.70] [03:37.67]But God be with you Ireland [03:47.20] [03:47.96]And the Old Bog Road