Sending Home the Slates

Lyrics
[Verse 1] Only three fields have I Oats and potatoes and rye And a thatch on the roof Cannot cover the truth Cannot cover the tear in my eye [Verse 2] That seven generations to you With the same bit of ocean to view And no worse for loss To curse it or cross it To somewhere you cannot go in a shoe [Chorus] But oh, they'll be sending home the slates So there'll be more than potatoes on your plates With the money from the States Thеre'll be whiskey by thе crates Oh, when they're sending home the slates [Verse 3] A farmer alone with his fields Poorer each year for its yields And the only thing not sown Is the permanence of stone And the emptiness that he now feels [Verse 4] A pub and a store and a church And a savior staring down from his perch Don't need to remind me There are places you might rather be At least, that you might want to search [Chorus] But oh, they'll be sending home the slates So there'll be more than potatoes on your plate With the money from the States There'll be whiskey by the crate Oh, when they're sending home the slates [Verse 5] So dot the i's and cross those t's Cove is a bitter place indeed With the ships of the fleet As far as the eye can see When the tide turns you'll be gone from me [Verse 6] What good is sitting 'lone by the fire Far from your own heart's desire? In McGillicuddy's freaks Under a roof that never leaks 'Til the stories caught in your throat expire [Chorus] But oh, they'll be sending home the slates So there'll be more than potatoes on your plate With the money from the States There'll be whiskey by the crates Oh, when they're sending home the slates
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Credits
- Writers
- Jack Hardy