THIS TOWN IS NOT YOUR OWN
(Words & Music by Shay Healey)
(as sung by Paddy Reilly)
C G7
In a cloud of dust they roam
C G7
Covered waggons down a country road
C
Happy people laugh and sing
F G7
Not knowing they can never settle down
C F F..C
For to make a town their own
Now the town is drawing near
Parent’s eyes begin to shift with fear
But their children still play on
For here the bell of freedom rings awhile
For the countryside’s their own
Round the camp the fires are hot
Hungry children gather round the pot
Some will go to bed tonight
Without a bite of food or heat or light
For this town is not their own
At the dawning of the day
Peploe come and tell them to go away
We don’t want your likes in here
You bring dirt, disease, and to our children fear
Get out, this town is not your own
So once more they’re on the run
Out to face the cruel wind and sun
Land of saints and scholars, we
Have lost the precious gift of charity
And we fail to recognise our own
