Come all ye Roman Catholics and pray you will be near And likewise pay attention and I'll not detain you long Concerning Father McFadden who lies in Lifford Jail,, He was remanded there for trial, the judge could find no bail
The day he was arrested was a Sunday after Mass It was Inspector Martin, the man who did arrest He caught the collar by the priest with a broadsword in his hand Says he, "Your are my prisoner, sir, and you must come along"
The congregation seen their priest arrested at his door And David being among the flock, he did one stone procure He stuck the stone into a sling and my the Lord's command He killed Inspector Martin on the ground where he did stand
They put Martin on a stretcher and to barracks they did go To see them walkinng down the road, it was a lovely show The congregation booed at them, 'twas glorious for to tell To see a sub-Inspector on a door going off to hell
The Devil met them on the road, and he took him by the hand Said he, "Inspector Martin, I've been waiting for you long You being a worthy officer, and you've done your duty well So now I'm going to promote you to the burning pits of Hell"
Adieu to Ballyshannon, will I never see you more And many's the happy day I spent along Bundoran's shore To my wife and family, I said farewell For now I'm away and I'm bound to stay in the burning pits of hellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
