The Old Bog Road-Hugo Duncan

[ti:The Old Bog Road] [ar:Hugo Duncan] [al:Ireland's Own] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The Old Bog Road - Hugo Duncan [00:06.51]My feet are here on Broadway [00:09.29] [00:10.60]This blessed harvest morn [00:13.15] [00:14.77]But oh the ache that's in my heart [00:17.93] [00:18.63]For the spot where I was born [00:21.24] [00:22.82]My weary hands are blistered [00:25.93] [00:27.03]Through work in cold and heat [00:29.51] [00:31.11]And oh to swing a scythe once more [00:35.21]Through a field of Irish wheat [00:37.86] [00:39.45]Had I the chance to wander back [00:43.36]Or own a kings abode [00:46.07] [00:47.52]I'd sooner see the hawthorn tree [00:51.35] [00:52.07]By the Old Bog Road [00:54.37] [00:56.15]My mother died last springtime [00:59.37] [01:00.49]When Erins fields were green [01:03.03] [01:04.40]The neighbours said her waking [01:06.98] [01:08.44]Was the finest ever seen [01:11.42] [01:12.87]There were snowdrops and primroses [01:15.53] [01:17.12]Piled high above her bed [01:19.70] [01:21.14]And Ferns Church was crowded [01:23.98] [01:25.40]When her funeral Mass was read [01:27.98] [01:29.61]And here was I on Broadway [01:32.33] [01:33.59]A-building bricks per load [01:36.40] [01:37.87]When they carried out her coffin [01:41.54] [01:42.32]Down the old Bog Road [01:44.67] [01:46.23]Ah Lifes a weary puzzle [01:48.76] [01:50.25]Past finding out by man [01:52.70] [01:54.43]I'll take the day for what it's worth [01:57.78] [01:58.65]And do the best I can [02:00.82] [02:02.75]Since no one cares a rush for me [02:06.22] [02:06.91]What need is there to moan [02:09.61] [02:11.10]I'll go my way and draw my pay [02:14.51] [02:15.41]And smoke my pipe alone [02:17.51] [02:19.38]Each human heart must bear it's grief [02:23.46]Though bitter be the bode [02:26.36] [02:27.74]So God be with you Ireland [02:30.99] [02:31.79]And the Old Bog Road