The Tannahill Weavers - At the End of a Pointed Gun Lyrics
I've laboured through two world wars
An old war that still fights on
I'll dare any man says I've not worked
This land that I stand upon
A homeland both free and strong
To harbour my only son
I hoped he'd never see as I
The end of a pointed gun
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My nation and my son, my nation and my son
One found its birth, one found his death
At the end of a pointed gun
Oh praised be Olympiad
Was echoed the whole world round
Nation to nation unified
On one chosen stretch of ground
Oh proud were the boys as mine
To play for their own country
I wish to God he'd never gone
But stayed with his family
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The games scarcely had begun
When out of each winner's joy
Bloodshed rose unexpectedly
Eleven dead and one my boy
How does a father mourn
His murdered hopes and dreams?
How on this earth can he escape
The agonies he has seen?
Chorus
I've laboured through two world wars
An old war that still fights on
I'll dare any man says I've not worked
This land my boy rests upon