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Kingsmill
From factory to home it’s not too far They’ll soon see loved ones, sons and daughters Or they’ll soon be out for a drink in the bar a few quick whiskeys or a few quiet porters. Stopped on the roadside, don’t make a sound Who is a catholic here? Just walk down the road and don’t turn around. Gunfire rings in his ears. No time to pray or even to kneel Lined up and shot and souls carried away By the angels, across the blood stained fields On that cold dark winters day. Kingsmill, your fields echo with screams And the walls whisper with sighs Kingsmill, blood runs in your streams You must live with the fear and the lies. Now ten men lie stretched out on stones Many families never the same Murderers out there still to roam Religion and country shamed. Well do you think heavens gates will open with a place for you by the lords side Or will you find yourself outside hell with the devil to drag you inside? Kingsmill, your fields echo with screams And the walls whisper with sighs Kingsmill, shots ring out in your dreams And there are tears in everyone’s eyes.
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