Michael Conway-Solas
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TXT Michael Conway-Solas 文本歌词
Michael Conway - Solas
Oh me name is Michael Conway in old Ireland I was born
Near the lake of colonially on a bright summer's morn
But soon came cruel winter to break and scatter my poor home
Soon came the harsh day that forced me to roam
Well I reached bold Philadelphia in the brave land of the free
Where I met with my two brothers there was pat James then me
We were destined for the rich land fate owes us all from birth
We were bound for butte Montana the richest hill on earth
Where their pockets they bulge heavy when copper's running high
Where the hill rewards her brave sons it's fortune or die
Where they tread on silver dollars on the crowded barroom floor
While they strip the granite mountain of her precious copper ore
Well we leaped down off that steam train and stepped out into the yellow
Mist
With holes still in our hearts then and a fight in either fist
No kind face to lead us up to where the dirty smelter spat
And it's there I took to hard labor as a butte mining rat
Where we trade the hours of daylight for the smell of copper ore
Where it's whiskey and the cow pats to cure our copper sores
Where half the town it labors while the other half it sleeps
Where upon the granite mountain a mile high and deep
Oh they know me down in dog-town bare knuckle I would go
For there's not a man could best me while standing toe to toe
But I defied the crooked sheriff for I wouldn't throw his fight away
He should have laid it on at 5 to 2 and backed the bold Conway
I was lifted in con peoples with the beer and music flowing free
Where my brothers had just left me oh bad fortune for me
Dragged out by crooked cowards their batons knocked me off my feet
And they left me to die there like a dog in the street
Far from the anaconda the mine with seven stacks
Far from the ashen faces of young men with crooked backs
Far from the granite mountain and the dusty grave in which I lie
My spirit chases starlings 'round a clear mayo sky
