Wedding Letra

My dying lands they bleed and scream.

And I crush 'em wit' my boot heels, for no shells I can afford.
And I'm off to Dublin city, for I've lost our room and board.
No, I couldn't join the army, if I died what would we do?
Me wife, she is my sunshine, but she knows not what we do.

To my dearest, sweetest colleen, please forgive me for not calling.
I regret you had to find this, the note that says I'm gone.
Well, I hope you do not shun me, only ask that you forgive me.
It was bound to happen as we both know, you know it had to be done.

Well, take hold of tiny Kathleen, take her o'er to mother Maureen's.
Well, There's money in the strongbox, food and tickets in the car.
I can't stand to see you crying, nor can you to see us dying.
Well, I've gone to set it right.

I know, you'll think I've gone too far.
I cannot this pressure on me, no one ever said it was in store for me.
Well, I pray you do not shun me.
I'm coming back, my dear Colleen.