David Monaghan’s Interview

My name it is 'Yankie Dave' I've come to have a look And record some information To put it in my new book

I know about Old Ireland And all of her folklore But everything's changed a lot Since I've been here before

All respect has been lost For Sacred Sites of old And our heritage is being traded For Ferrovial Spanish gold.

When all the work is finished And there is a motorway

Meal Time at Rath Lugh

The crowd were really hungry In the campsite at Rath Lugh And were waiting for some dinner And hoped they’d get some stew. Well they cooked with muddy water In an aluminium pot Along with all the veggies Everything edible they’d got. It tasted really awful But what else could they do All starve with the hunger Or eat this ‘Hippie Goo’?

Ignoring our traditions And heedless of our rights They marked out a new motorway On forty-five old sites Then young people came to Tara On 06' Solstice day Debbie, Dan and Donnough Took a stand, and said "No Way!"

After forty years bad planning Did we really need One hundred thousand more people In the plains of Meath

All driving through our valley Traffic chaos night and day So to solve this awful problem They planned a motorway

Ignoring our traditions And heedless of our rights They marked out a new motorway On forty-five old sites

Then young people came to Tara On 06′ Solstice day Debbie,…

Guardians of our Sacred Sites

Today the conscience of our country It is breathing it’s last sigh Is it victory for Ferrovial And you who stood idly by?

As I observe with wonder I am saddened and perplexed At this motorway on Sacred Sites Just what will they do next?

In Navan’s Court of Justice I can only gaze in awe As people saving sacred forts Are punished by the law

As Gardaí help Ferrovial I think “How is it…

Interchange and the M3 at Tara

Interchange and the M3 at Tara

They are building a new interchange For Lorries, buses and fast cars But it’s bright illumination Will blot out the stars

When we go to Tara Hill In the dark of night Cygnus, Libra and Orion Are such a pretty sight

Gone will be the peace and quiet And chilly fresh spring air When the droning noise of traffic And pollution fills the air

So many sacred…

If we all want honesty These people hold the key Too young to be corrupted These fresh apples off the tree

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So now they’re all evicted. There’s nothing left to see. Except one man left standing, ‘Cos Cowboy’s up a tree

For hours Cowboy holds out. In his perch up in the sky, And security can’t move him, No matter how they try.

Now everybody’s fenced out. But one man is left there. Alone with all the spirits, And Rath Lugh’s great white mare.

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