I walked today on a cold grey shore
Where I walked when I was much younger
While they built the dunes upon the sand
For the dead from the Great Hunger
For the dead from the Great Hunger
Although I was a doctor's son
I gazed in fear and wonder
How they perished from the rageing plague
That came in with the Great Hunger
That came in with the Great Hunger
When I watched at the age of four
In eighteen forty seven
The mounds they built upon the shore
They seemed to point to heaven
They seemed to point to heaven
But the wind and the rain they have worked away
Now the dunes are all uneven
And the children kicked the sand around
And the bones they are revealed then
And the bones they are revealed then
They stole our grain as we died in pain
To put upon their tables
The dying covered the dead with sand
And danced while they were able
And danced while they were able
While the fiddler played we drank poitin
And ate the last of the berries
Then knelt and said the Rosary
Round the mounds of the dead we'd buried
Round the mounds of the dead we'd buried
I saw dark shadows rise up from the sand
And dance all around the dunes
They danced the rattling dance of he dead
To a set of mournful tunes
To a set of mournful tunes
A crack of lightening split the sky
And the rain on the dunes it poured
I left them lying where I shot them down
The bailiff and the landlord
Then I went for a drink in West Port
I walked today on a cold grey shore
Where 1 walked when I was much younger
While they built the dunes upon the sand
For the dead from the Great Hunger
For the dead from the Great Hunger
