Convict Ways Songtext
von Declan O’Rourke
Convict Ways Songtext
From the bells of England′s prison cells
In '67, one last time
They filled up a southbound floating jail
And on its fateful passage it set sail
And aboard that vessel too did go
Some 60 Fenian boys
They were loaded on the Hougoumont
And led out amidst the cry
"Farewell to all the convict ways
To being slaves without the name of slaves
Farewell to all the convict ways
They′ll be the last we'll see in irons and chains"
And with them, as they sped the wild waves o'er
Bringing poetry and news
With their spirits, overhead did soar
A sage and wild goose
And when around that final coast they′d steer
Into famed Freemantle Bay
It′s reported that all souls on board
Heard the wild waves and the wild winds say
"Farewell to all the convict ways
To being slaves without the name of slaves
Farewell to all the convict ways
They'll be the last we′ll see in irons and chains"
But when one among them did escape
That barren jailer's land
Those behind him, he did not forsake
Nor would rest ′til each one had been saved
For he knew all men inside must feel
That burning to be free
And when any languished in a cage
Not a single one of them could say
"Farewell to all the convict ways
To being slaves without the name of slaves
Farewell to all the convict ways
We'll be the last they′ll see in irons and chains"
Someday, the men of this crude world will know
As John Boyle O'Reilly knew
That no man is free when free alone
No man is free when free alone
That one soul in chains is all in chains
That one soul enslaved is all enslaved
And that all mankind is in the few
And when all the life that they have seen
And one hundred thousand days
When all people of the world are free
And when children ask us, "What is free?"
When old men must ask us, "What are slaves?"
And when women ask us, "What are chains?"
When the wild, wild goose is old and grey
And the golden egg of freedom's lain
That is when we all can truly say
Then and only then
"Farewell to all the convict ways
To being slaves without the name of slaves
Farewell to all the convict ways
And farewell to life in irons and chains"
And farewell to life in irons and chains
In '67, one last time
They filled up a southbound floating jail
And on its fateful passage it set sail
And aboard that vessel too did go
Some 60 Fenian boys
They were loaded on the Hougoumont
And led out amidst the cry
"Farewell to all the convict ways
To being slaves without the name of slaves
Farewell to all the convict ways
They′ll be the last we'll see in irons and chains"
And with them, as they sped the wild waves o'er
Bringing poetry and news
With their spirits, overhead did soar
A sage and wild goose
And when around that final coast they′d steer
Into famed Freemantle Bay
It′s reported that all souls on board
Heard the wild waves and the wild winds say
"Farewell to all the convict ways
To being slaves without the name of slaves
Farewell to all the convict ways
They'll be the last we′ll see in irons and chains"
But when one among them did escape
That barren jailer's land
Those behind him, he did not forsake
Nor would rest ′til each one had been saved
For he knew all men inside must feel
That burning to be free
And when any languished in a cage
Not a single one of them could say
"Farewell to all the convict ways
To being slaves without the name of slaves
Farewell to all the convict ways
We'll be the last they′ll see in irons and chains"
Someday, the men of this crude world will know
As John Boyle O'Reilly knew
That no man is free when free alone
No man is free when free alone
That one soul in chains is all in chains
That one soul enslaved is all enslaved
And that all mankind is in the few
And when all the life that they have seen
And one hundred thousand days
When all people of the world are free
And when children ask us, "What is free?"
When old men must ask us, "What are slaves?"
And when women ask us, "What are chains?"
When the wild, wild goose is old and grey
And the golden egg of freedom's lain
That is when we all can truly say
Then and only then
"Farewell to all the convict ways
To being slaves without the name of slaves
Farewell to all the convict ways
And farewell to life in irons and chains"
And farewell to life in irons and chains
Writer(s): Rourke Declan O Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com