Irish Song Lyrics 
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Famine Ship, The Adrian Fox 
Like a funeral cortege in Dublin Maynooth and Mullingar, The Famine ship came sailing Through Longford and Castlebar. It anchored just off Clew Bay At the foot of the pilgrim hill, Disturbing the red marrow soil A plough in a furrowed drill. 
The sculptured bones are flowers From the spuds of our blighted past Dead but not forgotten In the hull of Erins mast. 
Like a poppy in a wilderness A single tear upon the soil The souls of a million dead Flow through this mortal coil. The artists indentations scarred Like wounds on Irelands cries Melting from a candles prayer In the tear ducts of our eyes. 
The sculptured bones are flowers From the spuds of our blighted past, Dead but not forgotten In the hull of Erins mast. 
We have no pangs of hunger now And no wish to leave our land But deep down within our hearts Are the bones revealed in sand. We are they´re living souls Layered flesh upon the bone Nourished on Irelands suffering Our bellies will never groan. 
The sculptured bones are flowers From the spuds of our blighted past Dead but not forgotten In the hull of Erins mast.