The Ballad of the Bell (Paul O’Brien)

 

When I came to Dublin town

Not skilled in any trade

I was told with Bindon Blood

A fortune could be made

Shifting gravel, shifting sand

Shifting gravel, shifting sand

 

And it was dark

And hot as hell

And we cursed

That diving bell

 

He sent us down in six man shifts

To clear that river bed

The gang on shore they pumped us air

Until our ears they bled

While Stoney he stood proud

Stoney he stood proud

 

And it was dark

And hot as hell

And we cursed

That diving bell

 

I was there in eighty five

When Princes came to bless

And watch the giant Portland blocks

We gently laid to rest

And Alexandra smiled

Alexandra smiled

 

And it was dark

And hot as hell

And we cursed

That diving bell

 

Dreams of cool mountain steams

Sunshine on your back

Thoughts of days in Carlingford

Keep you coming back

Hoping you won’t drown

Hoping you won’t drown

 

And it was dark

And hot as hell

And we cursed

That diving bell