John Spillane - The Madwoman of Cork lyrics

rate me

To-day

Is the feast day of Saint Anne

Pray for me

I am the madwoman of Cork.

Yesterday

In Castle Street

I saw two goblins at my feet

I saw a horse without a head

Carrying the dead

To the graveyard

Near Turner's cross.

I am the madwoman of Cork

No one talks to me.

When I walk in the rain

The children throw stones at me

Old men persecute me

And women close their doors.

When I die

Believe me

They'll set me on fire.

I am the madwoman of Cork

I have no sense.

Sometimes

With an eagle in my brain

I can see a train

Crashing at the station.

If I told people that

They'd choke me -

Then where would I be?

I am the madwoman of Cork

The people hate me.

When Canon Murphy died

I wept on his grave

That was twenty-five years ago.

When I saw him just now

In Dunbar Street

He had clay in his teeth

He blest me.

I am the madwoman of Cork

The clergy pity me.

I see death

In the branches of a tree

Birth in the feathers of a bird.

To see a child with one eye

Or a woman buried in ice

Is the worst thing

And cannot be imagined

I am the madwoman of Cork

My mind fills me.

I should like to be young

To dress up in silk

And have nine children.

I'd like to have red lips

But I'm eighty years old

I have nothing

But a small house with no windows

I am the madwoman of Cork

Go away from me.

And if I die now

Don't touch me.

I want to sail in a long boat

From here to Roches Point

And there I will anoint the sea

With oil of alabaster.

I am the Madwoman of Cork

And to-day is the feast day of

Saint Anne.

Feed me.<br />

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