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Youngest Son Lyrics
From: Derek Gross My youngest song came
home today His friends marched with him all the way The fife and drum
beat out the time While in his box of polished pine Like dead meat on a
butcher's tray My youngest son came home today My youngest son was a fine
young man With a wife, a daughter and two sons And a man he would have
lived and died Till by a bullet sanctified Now he's a saint or so they
say They brought their young saint home today An Irish sky looks down and
weeps Upon the narrow Belfast streets At children's blood in gutters
spilled In dreams of glory unfulfilled As part of freedom's price to
pay My youngest son came home today My youngest son came home
today His friends marched with him all the way The pipe and drum beat out
the time While in his box of polished pine Like dead meat on a butcher's
tray My youngest son came home today And this time he's here to
stay Words and music by Eric Bogle Appears on Billy Bragg's _The
Internationale_ and some album(s) of Eric Bogle's
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