Old Bog Road-Josef Locke & Orchestra

[ti:Old Bog Road] [ar:Josef Locke & Orchestra] [al:His Greatest Hits (Special Extended Remastered Edition)] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Old Bog Road - Josef Locke & Orchestra [00:09.73]My feet are here on Broadway [00:12.44] [00:13.64]This blessed harvest morn [00:15.83] [00:17.08]And oh the ache that's in them [00:19.95] [00:20.54]For the lpot where I was born [00:23.12] [00:24.36]My weary hands are blistered [00:26.72] [00:27.74]Through work in cold and heat [00:30.02] [00:30.90]And oh to swingscythe today [00:34.17] [00:34.84]Through a field of Irish wheat [00:37.55] [00:38.62]Had I the chance to wander back [00:41.82] [00:42.49]Or own a kings abode [00:45.07] [00:46.58]I'd sooner see the hawthorn tree [00:50.22] [00:51.01]By the Old Bog Road [00:54.12] [01:04.82]My mother died last springtime' [01:07.97] [01:08.82]When Erins fields were green [01:11.04] [01:12.36]The neighbours said her waking [01:14.96] [01:15.93]Was the finest ever seen [01:18.73] [01:20.03]There were snowdrops and primroses [01:22.34] [01:23.93]Piled high beside her bed' [01:26.42] [01:27.55]And Ferns Church was crowded [01:30.45] [01:31.72]When her funeral Mass was read [01:34.41] [01:36.04]And here was I on Broadway [01:39.56] [01:40.65]A-building bricks per load [01:44.09] [01:45.37]When they carried out her coffin [01:48.37] [01:50.72]Down the old Bog Road [01:53.82] [02:04.28]And lifes a weary puzzle' [02:06.74] [02:07.66]Past finding out by man' [02:10.02] [02:11.15]I'll take the day for what it's worth [02:14.78]And do the best I can [02:17.11] [02:18.47]Since no one cares a rush for me [02:21.99]What need to make come moan' [02:24.06] [02:25.10]I'll go my way and draw my pay [02:28.70] [02:29.36]And smoke my pipe alone [02:32.12] [02:33.10]Each human heart must bear its grief [02:37.84]Though bitter be the lode [02:40.96] [02:42.51]So God be with you' Ireland' [02:46.91] [02:49.47]And the Old Bog Road