THE BACK ROAD (Paul O’Brien)

 

When ere we’d pass by Barnabass

All the children of my class

Started walking extra fast

By Johnny Cullen’s Hill

The chiming of that lonely bell

Warning all us kids of hell

Us making up the sins to tell

By Johnny Cullen’s Hill

 

You’d better not take the back road

The back road, the black road

You’d better not take the back road

To Johnny Cullen’s Hill

 

The legend of the horseman there

Among the tales the ould ones share

Left us childer feeling quare

By Johnny Cullen’s Hill

He roamed our little streets at night

His severed head he tucked in tight

Beneath his cloak about midnight

Down by Cullen’s Hill

 

You’d better not take the back road

The back road, the black road

You’d better not take the back road

To Johnny Cullen’s Hill

 

Where faithful bowed their heads to pray

For frightened souls who dared to stray

And frowned upon the ones who played

By Johnny Cullen’s Hill

That chapel that stood cold and grey

And used to scare us kids away

Is nowhere to be found today

By Johnny Cullen’s Hill

 

You’d better not take the back road

The back road, the black road

You’d better not take the back road

To Johnny Cullen’s Hill