Michael Conway

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Oh my name is Michael Conway, in 
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old Ireland I was born
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Near the lake of Cloonacolly on a 
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bright summer's morn
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But soon came cruel winter to 
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break and scatter my poor home
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Soon came the harsh day that 
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forced me to roam.

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Well I reached old Philadelphia in
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 the brave land of the free
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Where I met with my two brothers; 
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There was Pat, James, and me
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We were destined for the rich land
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 fate owes us all from birth
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We were bound for Butte, Montana,
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 the richest hill on earth

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Where their pockets they bulge 
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heavy, when copper's running high
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Where the hill rewards her brave 
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sons, it's fortune or die
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Where they tread on silver dollars
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 on the crowded barroom floor
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While they strip the granite 
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mountain of her precious copper ore.

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Well we leaped down off that steam
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 train, and stepped out into the 
yellow
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mist
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With holes still in our hearts 
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then, and a fight in either fist
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No kind face to lead us up to 
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where the dirty smelter spat
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And it's there I took to hard 
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labor as a Butte mining rat

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Where we trade the hours of 
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daylight for the smell of copper 
ore,
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Where it's whiskey and the cow 
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pats to cure our copper sores
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Where half the town it labors 
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while the other half it sleeps
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Where upon the granite mountain, 
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a mile high and deep.


[Break--same as chorus]

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Oh they know me down in Dogtown, 
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bare knuckle I would go
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For there's not a man could best 
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me while standing toe to toe
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But I defied the crooked sheriff, 
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for I wouldn't throw his fight away
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He should have laid it on at 5 to 
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2, and backed the bold Conway

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I was lifted in Con Peoples, with 
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the beer and music flowing free
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Where my brothers had just left 
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me, Oh bad fortune for me
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Dragged out by crooked cowards, 
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their batons knocked me off my feet
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And they left me to die there, 
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like a dog in the street.

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Far from the Anaconda, the mine 
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with seven stacks
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Far from the ashen faces of 
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young men with crooked backs
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Far from the granite mountain and 
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the dusty grave in which I lie
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My spirit chases starlings 'round
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 a clear Mayo sky.