The Old Bog Road

The Old Bog Road - The Hobbit Boys

My feet are here on Broadway

This blessed harvest more

But oh the ache that's in the

For the spot where I was born

My weary hands are blistered

From work in cold and heat

And oh to swing a scythe today

Through a field of Irish wheat

Had I the chance to wander back

Or own a kings abode

To sooner see the hawthorn tree

By the old bog road

When I was young and restless

My mind was ill at ease

Through dreaming of America

And the gold beyond the seas

Oh sorrow take their money

Till hard together that's same

And what's the world to any man

Where no one speaks his name

I've had my day and here I am

That's bater pers my load

A long three thousand miles away

From the old bog road

Ah lifes a weary puzzle

Past finding out by man

I'll take the day for what it's worth

And do the best I can

Since no one cares a rush for me

What need is there to moan

I'll go my way and draw my pay

And smoke my pipe alone

Each human heart must know it's grief

Though litter be it's lode

So god be with you ireland

And the old bog road

God be with you ireland

And the old bog road