Irish Songs With Easy Chords & Lyrics
Duffy's Cut
| D | A | Em |
| In the Summer of 1832 the | sailing ship John | Stamp |
| Bm | Em |
| tied up into the | port of Pennsyl | vania |
| D |
| up | the ladder from the cargo deck poor |
| A | Em | G |
| men and women | crept into the open skies a | bove |
| Em | G |
| Duffy's my name, I cut through stone work for me I'm | one |
| Em | A |
| of your own in | dollars I'll pay | you |
57 men signed up, Duffy promised to fill their cup
if they cut the Malvern Valley up
Mile 59 had to be on time for the railway line
From Ballyshannon and The Glenties
they sailed right into hell
they suffered like the weeping Christ down
Duffy's Cut they sweat their blood
into his wishing well were they taken by the sickness
were they hunted down like scum
was there poison in the water
was it cholera or murder
the smoke, that hid the bullets
from the barrell of the boss's gun
The Blacksmith and the Holy Sisters
good people through and through
whispered prayers into the victim's ears
it's all that they could do
how come the bosses had silence on their lips
as 57 Irish Navvies were buried in a pit
no stone to mark their
resting place no one to mourn their passing
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