IŽll Be coming home no more
Farewell to barn and stack and tree
Farwell to
Terence look your last at me
For I come home no more
The sun burns on the half-mown hill
By now the
blood is dried
And Maurice amongst the hay lies still
And my knife is in his side
Farewell to
Cause IŽll be coming home no more
Farewell to
Cause IŽll be coming home no more
My mother thinks us long away
This time the field were mown
She had two sons at rising day
To nigth sheŽll be
alone
And here a bloody hand to shake
And man hereŽs my goodbye
WeŽll sweat no more on seythe
and rake
My bloody hand and I
Farewell to
Cause IŽll be coming home no more
Farewell to
Cause IŽll be coming home no more