Father Brown's

Down there the floodlights stood ancient

And dugouts glistened

Dropped by the County in January

My heart grew thickened

O'Moore Park stood a shadow

From where I was drilling

Same O'Moores who were slaughtered

By Cosby's willing

 

Mullachmast where he lured them

To a feast so wicked

1578, New Year was just beginning

400 men in the cold ground

Were daffodilling

The stand looks down on me, stainless

And the memory quickens

 

My auld pair went west out to Texas

When work was thinning

Came home and raised us by Father Brown's

We lived for the pitch

Hypocrites all of them living that say

The place is full up

And we can go anywhere but they can't come here

They'd shoot holes in them boats and leave

The kids die swimming

Just watch

The kids die swimming

 

At ten o'clock I heard the sound

Of people flooding into town

Hopped the gate, the stars were out

Running laps of Father Brown's