Ben Don Sherwood - The Snow In Peru

Iron plates on chest and head
We dress to kill
Men made mad forced to our hands
Stand up against laws ill will
Conscience is clear as the snow in Peru
Today
While the law is led astray by police articles
While their pocket swells
'Tis double pay and all the country girls
I would have scattered all their blood
And brains around like rain
And there's not a drop of murderous blood
That's found in my veins
Ah ah!
Ah ah!
Dressed to kill
Conscience is clear as the snow in Peru
Today yea
Yea yeah well
Ooh ooh ooh
But I am a widow's son outlawed
And my orders
Yes my orders must be obeyed
And there's no doubt they'd shoot me
Even if I threw up my arms
Conscience is clear as the snow in Peru
Today
Will Fitzpatrick cause more slaughter
To the Union Jack
Than Saint Patrick was
To snakes and toads of old in Ireland?
Dressed to kill
It takes a rogue
Still I go
Oh what a pretty garden
I'll see you there where I go
I think I'm going back
Carry the Moon on your shoulder brae
Ooh ooh ooh
Back for your mates in the smoulder there
Ooh ooh ooh
Go carry the Moon on your shoulder brae
Ooh ooh ooh
Back for your mates in the smoulder there
Ooh ooh
You weigh!
I vow!
I bade!
I'll see you there
I am a widow's son outlawed
And my orders
Yes my orders must be obeyed
Yeah!
Oh what a pretty garden I say
I'll see you there where I go

Written by:
Ben Sherwood

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