Rita Connolly
Текст песни The Rescue Of Hugh De Lacy

Hugh de Lacy
He is going down
He is going down

Hugh de Lacy
His race is run
His race is run

As the ship goes under
White peaks of foam
Go soaring up the cliffs of Achill
Many men roll away this night

Let no one say
The O'Malley's fear their own water
Nor did they
Ever lose a chance
For plundering shipwreck
Heave ho

Hugh de Lacy
He has won my heart
He has won my heart

Hugh de Lacy
They have cut him down
They have cut him down

Oh I shall have
My vengeance sweet
My vengeance sweet