Story Behind The Song
The Irish Potato Famine caused many to leave their homes to find a new world.."beyond the Pale...The Pale is where the British influence lay...
| Song Length |
3:28 |
Genre |
Folk - General |
Lyrics
v1
taters are dying shipyards are closed
we lost poor Liam not 6 weeks ago
there's talk of good working in yards cross the sea
i've never ventured past the Pale's misery
v2
weaver of rope binding masthead to stern
steamers might need me, i'm willing to learn
over in Boston iron ships are the rage
send for you Mame when i can gather a wage
bridge
there are some folk in this world blessed with a home
curse upon this Irish lad to endlessly roam
chorus
we'll find route to another shore
where rivers and valleys are gold
we'll follow that white dove's wail
Beyond the Pale
v3
tired men carry dreams upon their sleeves
mine is that our weans is the reason to leave
wherever we may land, oh lord, see to keep
the place we sew to be the one where we reap
bridge
there are some folk in this world blessed with a home
curse upon this Irish lad to endlessly roam
chorus
we'll find route to another shore
where rivers and valleys are gold
we'll follow that white dove's wail
Beyond the Pale
we'll find a way to another world
where lives arent bought and sold
we'll follow that wagon's trail
Beyond The Pale