Year Three, Week Six: “Dublin on the Brazos”

Lyrics:

Shaughnessy took his homemade flag
and put it in the ground
Tears welled up upon his eyes
as he took in what he found
‘Twas heaven in the desert
Oh, can’t you hear the sound
And he wrote it on the rock–
it said, “Dublin on the Brazos”

Where have you gone
my softhearted boy
Where have you gone
my softhearted boy

A thousand head of sheep were his
to milk and shear and slaughter
But rustlers came and spirited
the whole herd ‘cross the water
And soon a yellow fever came
to claim his wife and daughter
What shall become of this town
called Dublin on the Brazos

Where have you gone
my softhearted boy
Where have you gone
my softhearted boy

Shaughnessy turned to sick himself
and caterwauled and moaned
The roof above was leaking
and the bed beneath him groaned
And he dreamed a dream about a land
he’d never truly owned
And in his hands he clutched a rock
named Dublin on the Brazos

Where have you gone
my softhearted boy
Where have you gone
my softhearted boy

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