I'm reading Angela's Ashes, a memoir of a boy's childhood in 1930's Ireland. Most of this is taken from things that happened to him before the age of 10.
lyrics
Sleep now, me darling, don't you cry
Or angels will stick a pin in your eye
If ye sin in yer dreams, yer soul’s gonna fry
Sleep well dear, I hope ye don't die.
Yer daddy drank up the dole money
Yer wee brother’s eaten by fleas
He woke all cold in the morning
And now there's just 4 mouths to feed.
Chorus
Tomorrow is your first communion
The priest is the holiest bard
but I can't show you off in your new suit
If you throw up the Lord in the yard
Chorus
You're the only Survivor of typhoid
all the Altar Boys praying for you
But don’t talk to a girl while yer healing
or your girlfriend could die in the loo
Chorus
Good little boys die for Ireland
Holy boys die for the lord
Don’t matter which one that ye die for
Just as long as yer stiff as a board.
Chorus
credits
from Round 12, Week 3,
released October 17, 2016
Susan Terry ukulele violin vocals
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