ONTARIO CRIMES
I was forged in copper in ’43 – at a Nova Scotia factory
And so many things my eyes did see – till I wished that I were blind
I lay upon that table when the murder plan was offered
And I crossed the Canadian border when the 5 Black Donnellys died
It was the Whiteboys, the Catholic ones - ‘gainst the Orangemen the Anglicans
the Blackfeet was the least of them – that settled on this soil
I’ve seen my share of honest men – been near the leg of some of them
Who swore in the name of Jesus – Jesus it would make your temper boil
I was a witness – I was a witness
I was a witness - to the Ontario crimes
In the spring of ’47 – I was change to a Blackfeet given
And i found me in a squatters purse in South East Lot 18
Patrick Farrell bought that land - but with a spike in hand
John Donnelly threw that deadly blow that ended Patrick’s dreams
In the pocket of young man Crawly - in the summer of ’73
It was the Flanagan - Donnelly’s stage coach wars – I got that ride for free
I saw coach’s smashed, horses tortured and stables burned to the ground
Each side blamed but the other side – but neither side backed down
I was a witness – I was a witness
I was a witness - to the Ontario crimes
instrumental
He won me in a card game - this Biddulp vigilante
Led by constable James Carol – backed by a priest from the parish Church
And his name was father Connelly – but ask anyone named Donnelly
They’ll say the Lord may forgive him – but we will damn him to the dirt
It was the Whiteboys, the Catholic ones - ‘gainst - the Orangemen, the Anglicans
the Blackfeet – the least of them – that settled on this soil
I’ve seen my share of honest men – been near the leg of some of them
Who swore in the name of Jesus – Jesus it would make your temper boil
I was a witness – I was a witness
I was a witness - to the Ontario crimes.
