Mór Reodh Pub Song – They Come

The men they come,
The men they come.
They shape our streets,
And they build our homes.
The men they come,
The men they come.
Cover all the land before they’re done.

And if you should live while they provide,
Then a prosperous life you’re sure to find.
With a wooden door to close at night,
And a solid wall to soothe your mind.

The Wee Men come,
The Wee Men come.
They flood our streets,
And they burn our homes.
The Wee Men come,
The Wee Men come.
Take you underground before they’re done.

And if they should come while you’re alive,
Then you’d better be sure that you can hide.
If they drag you off into the night,
Then they’ll take your soul before your life.

The Tall Men come,
The Tall Men come.
They take our folk,
And they eat our young.
The Tall Men come,
The Tall Men come.
Turn us all to stone before they’re done.

And if they should come while you’re alive,
Then you’d better be sure that you can hide.
For they’ll catch you out with their great strides,
And a long-lived life you’ll be denied.

The screams they come,
The screams they come.
They rend our ears,
And they burn our lungs.
The screams they come,
The screams they come.
And they’ll bleed us hoarse until they’re done.

And if they should come while you’re alive,
Then you’d better be sure that you can hide.
But don’t let yours out while they’re outside,
Or you’ll join your kin on the underside.

The Travellers come,
The Travellers come.
They clear our streets,
As they have their fun.
The Travellers come,
The Travellers come.
Silence all our lands before they’re done.

And if they should come while you’re alive,
Then you’ll thank the walls that you survived.
Now the Tall Men fall and Wee Men die,
And a stillness comes to our fair isle.

 

From Havelock’s Path: A Stone King Slumbers