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Thread #28902   Message #364072
Posted By: GUEST,Karie O.
27-Dec-00 - 02:53 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: My Youngest Son Came Home Today -
Subject: Lyr Add: MY YOUNGEST SON CAME HOME TODAY
Now this song is stuck in my head. Thanks. :)
These are the lyrics as I recall them. I first learned this song from a fellow musician here in Minnesota. The lyrics may not be totally correct, but here's at least an idea:

My youngest son came home today;
His friends marched with him all the way;
The pipes and drums beat out the time,
As 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 2 sons
A man he would have lived and died
Till by a bullet sanctified (? line may be different)
Like dead meat on a butcher's tray
My youngest son came home today.

Above the narrow Belfast streets,
An Irish sky looks down and weeps,
As children's blood in gutters spill,
While dream of freedom are unfulfilled
As part of freedom's price to pay
My youngest son came home today.

(Repeat first verse)

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