Pat O'Donnell
Quote from admin on November 17, 2004, 9:06 pmHi,
Here's 6 verses:
My name is Pat O'Donnell
And I come from Donegal
l am, you know, a dangerous foe
To traitors one and all
For the shooting of James Carey
I've been tried in London town
And now upon the gallows high
My life I must lay downI sailed aboard the Montrose
In August 'eighty-three
And on my voyage to Capetown
He was made known to me
When I heard he was James Carey
We had angry words and blows
And the villain he strove to take my life
On board of the MontroseI stood up to defend myself
And fight before I'd die
My pocket pistol I drew forth
And at him I did fly
We fired until the second round
When I shot him through the heart
And I gave him the third revolver shot
Before he did departOh! Carey's wife and child came to
The cabin where he lay
And seeing him lying in his gore
It filled them with dismay
"O'Donnell, you've shot my husband"
Mrs Carey loud did cry
"Oh, yes, I did, in self-defence
Madam," then said IThe captain had me handcuffed
And guarded iron-bound
And I was kept a prisoner
'Till we landed in Capetown
I was then brought back to England
When my trial it came on
And the prosecutors for the Crown
Were Carey's wife and sonThe jury found me guilty
And the judge made this reply
"For the murder of James Carey
O'Donnell, you must die
On the twenty-third of December
And on the gallows high
So the Lord have mercy on your soul
For your hour is drawing nigh
Hi,
Here's 6 verses:
My name is Pat O'Donnell
And I come from Donegal
l am, you know, a dangerous foe
To traitors one and all
For the shooting of James Carey
I've been tried in London town
And now upon the gallows high
My life I must lay down
I sailed aboard the Montrose
In August 'eighty-three
And on my voyage to Capetown
He was made known to me
When I heard he was James Carey
We had angry words and blows
And the villain he strove to take my life
On board of the Montrose
I stood up to defend myself
And fight before I'd die
My pocket pistol I drew forth
And at him I did fly
We fired until the second round
When I shot him through the heart
And I gave him the third revolver shot
Before he did depart
Oh! Carey's wife and child came to
The cabin where he lay
And seeing him lying in his gore
It filled them with dismay
"O'Donnell, you've shot my husband"
Mrs Carey loud did cry
"Oh, yes, I did, in self-defence
Madam," then said I
The captain had me handcuffed
And guarded iron-bound
And I was kept a prisoner
'Till we landed in Capetown
I was then brought back to England
When my trial it came on
And the prosecutors for the Crown
Were Carey's wife and son
The jury found me guilty
And the judge made this reply
"For the murder of James Carey
O'Donnell, you must die
On the twenty-third of December
And on the gallows high
So the Lord have mercy on your soul
For your hour is drawing nigh