Johnnie Fox's

They all came a calling
At the crossroads of Glencullen
Where the boys bunked off Sunday mass
Eddie was the barman
Preacher, singer, showman
At Foxís Chapel of the Sunday lash
No, tomorrow to fear
Itís not welcome up here
In the highest part of the town
But the garda wonít mind
Because itís a hard place to find
At †Foxís Chapel of the Sunday lash
Eddieís shouts of last call
Brought moans from them all
As tomorrow reared its ugly head
Then they all left a falling
At the crossroads of Glencullen
From Foxís Chapel of the Sunday lash
Written by Vferry (vpf)
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