The Landlord's agents standing with their crowbars in their hands Four little children watch the fire and do not understand Just another family evicted from their home And the memory never faded for one brave man from Mayo.
And he grew up in an English town and ideas filled his head He read about John Mitchell and what Fintan Lalor said How the landed gentry with their property unearned Took the food from millions, gave them famine in return
And Michael Davitt was nineteen when he joined the IRB But the police they arrested him in 1870 And the lies of the informer sent Michael Davitt down For fifteen years in Dartmoor as a traitor to the crown.
The Landlord and his agent wrote Davitt from his cell For cruelty and selfishness they have no parallel And the one thing they're entitled to, these idle thoroughbreds Is a one-way ticket out of here, third class to Holyhead
After seven years and seven months this convict was released His spirit was unbroken, his commitment but increased And with one clear call he then unveiled his plan “We'll form a mighty Land League and we'll nationalise the land.”
O Forgotten hero, in poverty you came But you never looked for riches and you never looked for fame The interest of the common man it was your life's aim Forgotten Hero, never vanquished in the struggle
Well, the rain lashed down all summer and filled the people's hearts with fear And the harvest was the worst since the dreadful Famine years But the Land League's Monster Meeting showed the farmers they were strong And if we all stick together, boys, it won't take very long
On the ruins of the cottage where he first he drew his breath Davitt said I hope that I may have pleasure yet Of trampling on the ruins of this greedy useless band And driving landlordism from the shores of Ireland.
With Parnell as its leader the land war held his course Hold the rent and hold the harvest, they can't evict us all And Davitt crossed the ocean saying “give what you can spare,” And the Irish in Amerikay they paid up their full share
But not for the first time and neither for the last The Dublin Castle Bishops nailed their colours to the mast And the altars rang with warnings, respect the law we say For these Fenians and these socialists are leading you astray
With the laws of Private Property and the army at his back Buckshot Forster then arrested all the leaders of the pack In the Hallowed House of Commons the gents did cheer and howl When they heard that Michael Davitt was safely back in jail
And the treaty of Kilmainham, Parnell threw it all away ‘Twas the turning point in his career and he turned the wrong way And the revolution missed its chance with victory in its sight And fell down like a house of cards collapsing overnight
Davitt saw the Land War as the first step down the track And he hoped to see the end of the Queen and the end of Union Jack And I hope some tremor reached him where he lies in bleak Mayo When they raised the Harp without the Crown above the GPO
O Forgotten Hero, in peace may you rest Your heart was always with the poor and the oppressed A prison cell could never quell the courage you possessed Forgotten Hero, never vanquishes in the struggle.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
