"Hear my laughter, not my feet.
As they run before me
hear them bleat.
Don-a-don-derry! Ho!"
"For my laughter cares not,
for their running cries sound
as their blood does clot.
Don-a-don-derry! Ho!"
"Hear the draw string thwak!
Day turns black!
With feathered arrows in their back!
Don-a-don-derry! Ho!"
"I bear no ill thought,
for they never ha'e fought,
Just the wrong lands they wandered,
the wrong path they sought!
Don-a-don-derry! Ho!"
"
