No Law In Lurgan - The Bonnevilles

The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling

For you but not for me

And the little devils how they sing-a-ling-a-ling

For you but not for me

Oh death, where is thy sting-a-ling-a-ling

Oh grave, thy victory?

The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling

For you but not for me

For you but not for me

I kind of know myself

Gonna put myself back on the shelf

Going to look down on this town

There’s no law in Lurgan

No one knows more than me

And with myself I think I disagree

50,000 souls are we

And we’re all God’s children

Down by the river, there’s a dead man

And nobody’s talking

Down by the river, there’s some mother’s son

And nobody’s talking

They look overfed

They’ll go where demons fear to tread

More than one has wound up dead

And nobody missed him

I knew someone like you

They made his meat into a stew

They said it was something to do

No law in Lurgan

Down by the river, there’s a dead man

And nobody’s talking

Down by the river, there’s some mother’s son

And nobody’s talking

Down by the river, there’s a dead man

And nobody’s talking

Down by the river, there’s some mother’s son

And nobody-

Down by the river, there’s some mother’s son

And nobody-

Down by the river, there’s a dead man

And nobody’s talking