I was forged in copper in 43,
in a Nova Sco tia factory
and so many things my eyes did see
until I wished that I were blind.
Against the orange men, the Anglicans
And the Blackfeet was the least of them
They settled on this soil
And I've seen my share of honest men
Been near the leg of some of them
Swore in the name of Jesus, Jesus,
I was changed to a black food giver,
and I found me in a squatter's purse
And Patrick Farrell had bought that land
John Donnelly threw that deadly blow
that ended Patrick's dreams.
In the pocket of young man
Crowley in the summer of 73,
it was the Flanagan -Donnelly
and I got that ride for free
The stables burned to the ground
And each side blamed the other side
He won me in a card game,
led by Constable James Carroll,
backed by to a priest from
And his name was Father Connolly.
But ask anyone named Donnelly,
they'll say the Lord may forgive him,
but we will damn him to the dirt.
Against the orange men, the anglicans
And I've seen my share of honest men
Been near the leg of some of them
Swore in the name of Jesus, Jesus,