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Behind Enemy Lines

Copyright Lynne Paris April 2006

Based on true story of David Campbell , Lynne's father, her recollection of her father's experience in the war.

Chorus

It’s a bloody long way behind enemy lines

When your regiment’s gone and you’re all alone

And you’ve lost your gun and you’ve lost your coat

And the only escape is a fishing boat

And the shots do ring and the bombs explode

And the sky is filled with fire and smoke

And your eyes do sting and your lungs do choke

It’s a bloody long way from home

With  now’t to drink and now’t to ate

For three days I’m abandoned here

And me veins are pumping liquid fear

I’m a bloody long way from home

Repeat chorus……..

Me Ma and Pa got a telegram

Deep regrets for your missing son

Presumed dead but the day was won

He’s a bloody long way from home

 But not for me those war torn lands

The beaches of Normandy in forty five

For I’ve a mind to stay alive

Tho I’m a bloody long way from home

 Repeat chorus………..

 And in the smouldering morning mist

I caught the sight of a sardine ship

Crushed in the hold with the walking dead

We ran the gauntlet home

And when once more on British Ground

I headed for Dunfermline where I was bound

Me Ma near passed away when I tatted at the door

For I’d found my way home

 Repeat chorus twice………

The Hull Shanty

                                    (not be taken seriously)

Chorus

And it’s Yo Ho Ho, a sailor I will be

Pullin’ on the riggin like a sailor aught to be

It’s up with the anchor and down with the grog

And it’s all for the sake of me darlin’

 I was four and twenty years when first I went to sea

To make a fortune for me darlin and me

No money in my pocket, it didn’t bother me

And it’s all for the sake of me darlin

 Chorus

 For four and twenty days, I sailed the cruel sea

The captain was a bastard but it didn’t bother me

Me darlin would be waiting upon that homeward shore

And it’s all for the sake of me darlin

 Chorus

 I sailed across the oceans though they be far and wide

Encountered many dangers and many fears beside

I made a fortune to please me darlin bride

And it’s all for the sake of me darlin

 Chorus

 Since first I went to sea a decade has gone by

I took me fortune home to meet the homeward tide

Me darlin was not waitin’ upon that homeward shore

She’s gone off to marry another

 Chorus x 2

 Lynne Paris

Copy write 1995

Summerfields

Written for Alistair Hartley , Lynne's son, in Whitby 1998. Lynne and Trev are currently building Summerfields in France as a retreat for family and friends

Chorus

In the Summerfields the bees are buzzin every night and day

The haystacks stand like wagon wheels along the tractor way

It's every kid's adventure ground it's where we want to play

In the Summerfields I guess we'll be ok

In the summer days the sun shines out behind the clouds so bright

It climbs the ladder of the dawn and slides into the night

Those crazy hazy lazy days when me and Dave would fight

In the Summerfields I guess we'll be alright

But in the dreary streets and downtown roads there's nowhere for us to go

The adults always shout at us it makes me feel so low

I'd rather be back where the rambling rivers always flow

Into the summer fields down below

Doolin  -copyright Lynne Paris

Based on the Irish Toast discovered by Ros Bielstein on a beer mat in Ireland circa 2000

In a sleepy little hollow south of Galway Bay

Where the pier road stretches out into the sea

Surrounded by the green hills along the coast

Doolin is the place I'd like to be

Chorus

And we'll raise a toast - an Irish Toast

Long life and health to you

A land without rent will be heaven sent

And when you die, you'll die in Ireland

In that town by the sea the music waits for me

A lively jig or haunting melody

The fiddler plays his tunes in crowded smokey rooms

He plays a gaelic air for you and me

Repeat chorus

The bodrhan keeps the beat -keeps you jiggin' on your feet

The banjo player's picking out a reel

In Doolin town at dawn, the music plays til morn

And you can hear them singin in the street

Repeat chorus twice

The Eagle of Hope

Copyright Old Father Ted

See that Eagle fly in the blue sky so high telling me I've got to be strong

See the red sun rise in the morning saying follow me you'll never go wrong

You'll never go wrong if you follow me, you''ll never go wrong if your eyes can see

The will of the land and the bird in the tree - and then you and me

See the little fox in his lair, he's learning, learning how to make his life long

See the little bird in his warm nest waiting, waiting for his wings to grow strong

He'll fly away when his wings are strong, he'll fly away when he can sing his song

He'll fly away when his time has come, and nothing can go wrong

See the river run with it's water shining

What do you think that it's telling you?

You go fishin', spend all the summer swimmin'

But leave it clean whatever you do

You'll never let die the river or the sea

You'll never let die the green grass or the sea

Leave them behind for those that follow you

That's what you must do

Freedom, hope, a family and a future -- repeat four times