God Almighty have mercy on our souls.
Save us from Fear Gorta and please fill our bowls.
The man of hunger comes around and he is an awful sight.
Has tears in his eyes and takes the lives at night.
He raises from the grass a harbinger of doom.
Oh man of hunger please don't come into my room.
Don't step on the grass where the man of hunger lies.
Curse upon your soul as it won't fly to the skies.
An gorta mor is coming makes the man of hunger rise.
He's counting out the names and finds the one who dies.
I feel the hunger deep inside my bone
The hunger man is coming and turns my heart to stone
Fear Gorta cries about the times when ireland stopped to sing
His silent mourning cuts the memories sharp enough to sting
Even after many hundred years the tale is true
The rich will dine on lobster-soup the poor will eat their shoe.
Save us from Fear Gorta and please fill our bowls.
The man of hunger comes around and he is an awful sight.
Has tears in his eyes and takes the lives at night.
He raises from the grass a harbinger of doom.
Oh man of hunger please don't come into my room.
Don't step on the grass where the man of hunger lies.
Curse upon your soul as it won't fly to the skies.
An gorta mor is coming makes the man of hunger rise.
He's counting out the names and finds the one who dies.
I feel the hunger deep inside my bone
The hunger man is coming and turns my heart to stone
Fear Gorta cries about the times when ireland stopped to sing
His silent mourning cuts the memories sharp enough to sting
Even after many hundred years the tale is true
The rich will dine on lobster-soup the poor will eat their shoe.
envoyé par Dq82 - 25/3/2021 - 16:56
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Sing, Ye Bastards!
Fear Gorta 1847 A Song About the Irish FamineIn 1845 to 1849 a terrible famine hit Ireland and killed about one million people. The worst period was in 1847 (thus the name Black 47). There are many legends about the time, one being the story of the Hungerman (Gaelic: Fear Gorta). A ghost that would collect the souls of the starving.