The Slane is Gone

Lyrics

[Verse 1] The slane is gone, how can I work I travelled up to see the turf Gaps are wide from tracks of steel That map their way through fern and field [Verse 2] The slane is gone, I walk the line, heel to toe, and counting time With stick in hand, I will mark my plots, that sons of mine might have enough [Verse 3] O it's like the sun, running from a gun Black is the blanket I see before me My heart will miss a beat, I'll be off my feet The slane and boggy I can bid goodbye