Blackstone Cúil

Blackstone Cúil  - Mike Ladd

Finally set foot in Americay, left the bones and sod in Ballybrollaghan

One of Mr. Boland’s “Strollers”, digging canals in Yankeeland

Mo bhean in tow, to work and sew, and move us on,

 

Rippin’ through the wicked woods of County Worcester

The Nipmuc roots and mosquitoes tear our flesh away

And if I did a disservice to my Caitlín, it was a dollar and sixteen jiggers of rum a day,

We dumped that devil rum for Irish whiskey

And the call of ‘fág an bealach’ was our best tool

And we dug our shovels in, for the railroad run

And our tents grew into homes in Blackstone Cúil

The Yankees all have eyes of blue lightening,

And they sneer at us and call us papist fools

And when that Blackstone river canal meets Lake Quinsigamond, They draw a line where no Irish are to cross,

 

We settle where we can and raise our families,

Our shovels help the railroad rise to rule

And I will find my way, homesick but not astray, a new life in our place called Blackstone Cúil,

We dumped that devil rum for Irish whiskey

And the call of ‘fág an bealach’ was our best tool

And we dug our shovels in, for the railroad run

And our tents grew into homes in Blackstone Cúil.

Scrawl -  Mike Ladd

Years ago I began making footprints of time,

Worried I’d leave no legacy behind,

I’m so in love with my dream that  I can’t find my soul,

My soul is off with my loved ones and we’re all growin’ old

                Oh, I’m just a scrawl, I’ve got no insides

                Oh, I’m just a scrawl in my little boy’s eyes

Do I fight to get what I want, spend my life tryin’

Or live the life that I’ve got, would I be lyin’

A baby hangs on my leg, a boy wants to read

A young man wants money to date, and fights to be free

                Oh, I’m just a scrawl, I’ve got no insides

                Oh, I’m just a scrawl in my little boy’s eyes

I’ll go on with my struggle, on with my pride

It almost seems separate lives, go on at my side

I could be wrong, but I can’t let doubt in

So I’ll go on juggling both lives, until I win

                Oh, I’m just a scrawl, I’ve got no insides

                Oh, I’m just a scrawl in my little boy’s eyes