This is a track from a concept album telling the story of a young man's experience. The story begins in his homelad of Ireland in the mid 19th century when many people were leaving the country to find a new start in America.

Music and lyrics: Phil Bowen

Keyboards, accordion, guitars: Phil Bowen

Produced and mixed: Phil Bowen

Lyrics:

Verse 1

Not much left in this town of one street

Brought up on lies and malevolent deceit

Folks just left with the sound of drumbeats

You can still hear the sound of the marching feet

Verse 2

The black and tans came on a cold and rainy night

Searching for insurgence, no claim to civil rights

They preyed on the weak. They preyed on the strong

Nothing much left. The fight had all gone.

Middle 8

So here’s to the land of the shamrock so green

May the winds of fortune sail with you

And all your wishes and dreams come true

So here’s to the shamrock so green.

Verse 3

Stamp on the shamrock with the soles of your feet

Dance with the devil immersed in conceit

Believe or be met with unspeakable ills

I’m the king of the castle, I’m king of the hill

Verse 4

I played the role of Arthur, the king of Camelot

My brothers played the knights, the oldest Galahad

We fought off invaders when we were young lads

Facing off the enemy with wooden knives and guns.