Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Ordinary Sunday (Dermot O'Brien) 
The Sunday roast smelled good as I sat down to the table I could hear my mother singing in the kitchen loud and clear I joked my son about his latest girl and he turned scarlet red The way that young boys do when they're only seventeen 
chorus And it was just an ordinary Sunday, a day of rest and worship for all the family Just an ordinary Sunday and when that day was done there was a stone where my heart used to be 
Mum had gone out visiting and I stayed home to have a rest my boy had gone down town with friends to watch the march for peace Then the afternoon was shattered by the sound of distant firing and I heard footsteps running to my door and then they ceased 
Chorus 
I went down to the morgue and found that 12 had been accounted for But there was just one left that had to be identified And there on a cold grey table on his wrist an unfilled label Lay flesh of my flesh with a bullet in his side 
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