Shamrock So Green

This is a track from a concept album telling the story of a young man's experience. The story begins in his homelad of Ireland in the mid 19th century when many people were leaving the country to find a new start in America. Music and lyrics: Phil Bowen Keyboards, accordion, guitars: Phil Bowen Produced and mixed: Phil Bowen Lyrics: Verse 1 Not much left in this town of one street Brought up on lies and malevolent deceit Folks just left with the sound of drumbeats You can still hear the sound of the marching feet Verse 2 The black and tans came on a cold and rainy night Searching for insurgence, no claim to civil rights They preyed on the weak. They preyed on the strong Nothing much left. The fight had all gone. Middle 8 So here’s to the land of the shamrock so green May the winds of fortune sail with you And all your wishes and dreams come true So here’s to the shamrock so green. Verse 3 Stamp on the shamrock with the soles of your feet Dance with the devil immersed in conceit Believe or be met with unspeakable ills I’m the king of the castle, I’m king of the hill Verse 4 I played the role of Arthur, the king of Camelot My brothers played the knights, the oldest Galahad We fought off invaders when we were young lads Facing off the enemy with wooden knives and guns.