A song about an evil, evil man. True story also.
#GemsInTheRough2023
Written and performed by Amhlaoibh McSweeney
Cork based songwriter and performer.
There was a lonely girl in a lonely town
Lived with her Mama in a house; run down
Spent her days praying “Lord above;
Will you send me someone to love?”
And in that lonely town walked through
A man whose name that no one knew
And in love with him that girl fell true
With Eramus Stribling Trout Shoe
Eramus Stribling Trout Shoe
My lord what a hell of a fella
Did he come down from heaven?
Or crawl up straight from hell-a?
How he got that cursed name
I don’t know what to tell ya
But there’ll be no more crying
In that lonely town tonight
Well, they got married that very week
And when he kissed her loving mother on her wrinkled old cheek
The poor old woman she began to weep
“How can you marry such a name?”
But no matter what wisdom her Mama did part
She loved her Trout Shoe from the heart
Well, if she'd knew from the very start
That she was part of a twisted game
Led by
Eramus Stribling Trout Shoe
My lord what a hell of a fella
Did he come down from heaven?
Or crawl up straight from hell-a?
And how he got that cursed name
I don't know what to tell ya
But there'll be no more crying
In that lonely town tonight
That girl she died
O lord she died
On that quiet, rainy, dreary, evil night
That girl she died
We don't know why
All we know is that Erasmus
Didn't even cry
(Didn't even cry)
Didn't even cry!
Well the lonely town gathered in court
To find that guilty murderer
And bring the hand of justice in
To mend her mother's heart
But the Judge said "There's no precident
as we have no evidence"
And to the window; he shot a glance
And a light came into the room
It shone down from heaven
Through the clouds that lay above
And the angel with the face
of a lonely, lonely girl
Entered that old courtroom
As real as you or me
And she raised up her finger
For all of us to see
Eramus Stribling Trout Shoe
My lord what a hell of a fella
His wife came down from heaven
To send him straight to hell-a
How he got that cursed name
From the devil himself tell ya!
There’ll be no more crying
In that lonely town tonight
He was
Eramus Stribling Trout Shoe
My lord what a hell of a fella
His wife came down from heaven
To send him straight to hell-a
How he got that cursed name
From the devil himself tell ya!
There’ll be no more crying
In heaven tonight
28 авг 2024
