Everything is still   Not a chicken not a body   Just an awful sickenin' silence roarin' in my ears   And the fog of death deepens and lies upon the land   An ould wan rolls over on her back   The grass stains all green upon her chin   I can still hear her keenin' and screamin' in the wind     God's curse upon you Lord John Russell   May your blackhearted soul rot in hell   There's no love left on earth   And god is dead in heaven   In the dark and deadly days of Black 47     God's curse upon you Lord Trevalian   May your great Queen Victoria rot in hell   'Til England and its Empire   Answer before heaven   For the crimes they committed in Black 47     Paudie says "c'mon now   Don't look back, she's not livin', she's a phantom   And she'll curse us if we look into her eyes"   Oh God, I must be dyin' - the fever's in me brain   For can't you see that pack of children up ahead   The beards of old men sproutin' from their chins   Can't you hear their screams of hunger on the wind     Oh darlin' Paudie save me   I think I'm sinkin' fast, me blood is boilin'   Don't let me die here in a ditch   If the hunger doesn't get me - the fever surely will   So Paudie picked me up and threw me 'cross his shoulders   He nursed me everyday 'til we reached Amerikay   Screamin' and shoutin' like a madman at the wind