Young Ned Of The Hill
Ron Kavana Lyrics


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Have you ever walked the lonesome hills or heard the curlews cry
Or seen the raven black as night upon the windswept sky
To walk the purple heather and hear the west wind cry
To know that′s where the raparee must die
To know that's where the raparee must die

Since Cromwell pushed us westward to live our lowly lives
Theres some of have deemed to fight from Tipperary Mountains high
Noble men with wills of iron who are not afraid to die
Who will fight with Gaelic honor held on high

Of such a man I′d like to speak a raparee by name and deed
His family disposessed and slaughtered, sworn to fight the British breed
His name is known in song and story and his deeds are legend still
I tell you now the sorry tale of Young Ned of the Hill

You may rob our house and fortune even drive us from the land
But you'll never break our spirit and you'll never understand
The love of dear old Ireland that will forge an iron will
As long as theer are gallant men like Young Ned of the Hill
As long as there are gallant men like Young Ned of the Hill

A scourge to the redcoat soldiers with a price upon his head
To tempt a weaker soul to tell where he kept his bed.
One night as he lay sleepin′ - his head beside his sword -
Murdered by his cousin Dwyer to claim a coward′s reward.

The day after O'Dwyer had murdered Young Ned in his bed
He went for his blood money but was jailed himself instead
For Ned he had been pardoned the very day before
And a noose upon the gallows was O′Dwyer's just reward.

You may rob our house and fortune, even drive us from the land
But you′ll never break our spirit and you'll never understand
The love of dear old Ireland that will forge an iron will
As long as there are gallant men like Young Ned Of The Hill.

A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell, you who raped our motherland
I hope you′re rotting down in Hell for the horrors that you sent
To our misfortunate forefathers who you robbed of their birthright
"To Hell or Connaught!" may you burn in Hell tonight!

You may rob our house and fortune, even drive us from the land
But you'll never break our spirit and you'll never understand
The love of dear old Ireland that will forge an iron will




As long as there are gallant men like Young Ned Of The Hill.
As long as there are gallant men like Young Ned of teh Hill

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Ron Kavana's song "Young Ned Of The Hill" tell the story of a brave and legendary Irish rebel who fought against the British during the era of Cromwell's rule. The song begins by evoking the imagery of walking in the lonesome hills and hearing the cries of the curlews and ravens. It paints a picture of the rugged Irish landscape and the windswept sky, setting the stage for the tale to come.


The song then introduces the raparee, a term used to describe a fugitive or outlaw, who is willing to die for the cause of fighting against the British oppressors. The raparee is portrayed as a noble man with a strong will and a connection to Gaelic honor. His family has been dispossessed and slaughtered, which fuels his determination to resist the British breed.


The narrative takes a tragic turn as we learn about the raparee named Young Ned of the Hill. Despite his efforts to evade capture, he is eventually betrayed by his cousin, O'Dwyer, who murders him in his sleep in hopes of claiming a reward. However, the twist of fate occurs when O'Dwyer realizes that Young Ned had already been granted a pardon the day before his death. O'Dwyer is subsequently imprisoned and ultimately hanged for his treachery.


Throughout the song, there is a theme of resilience and indomitable spirit in the face of adversity. The Irish people, represented by Young Ned and others like him, may face the loss of their homes, fortune, and even their lives, but their love for Ireland and their unwavering determination will never be broken.


Line by Line Meaning

Have you ever walked the lonesome hills or heard the curlews cry
Have you ever experienced the solitude of the hills or listened to the melancholic sounds of the curlews?


Or seen the raven black as night upon the windswept sky
Or witnessed the presence of the dark raven soaring in the vast, wind-blown sky?


To walk the purple heather and hear the west wind cry
To wander amidst the purple heather and witness the mournful sound of the westerly wind


To know that's where the raparee must die
To understand that it is in that place where the freedom fighter will meet his death


Since Cromwell pushed us westward to live our lowly lives
Ever since Cromwell displaced us to the western lands, forcing us into humble existence


Theres some of have deemed to fight from Tipperary Mountains high
There are those who have chosen to resist from the lofty Tipperary Mountains


Noble men with wills of iron who are not afraid to die
Courageous men with resolute determination who fear not the face of death


Who will fight with Gaelic honor held on high
Men who will engage in battle, upholding the proud traditions of the Gaelic people


Of such a man I′d like to speak a raparee by name and deed
Allow me to recount the tale of a particular raparee, whose identity is known through his actions


His family disposessed and slaughtered, sworn to fight the British breed
His family unjustly stripped of their possessions and massacred, compelling him to swear vengeance against the British oppressors


His name is known in song and story and his deeds are legend still
His name has become legendary, immortalized in songs and tales, forever etched in the collective memory


I tell you now the sorry tale of Young Ned of the Hill
I now relate the tragic narrative of Young Ned of the Hill


You may rob our house and fortune even drive us from the land
Although you may seize our possessions and forcibly evict us from our homeland


But you'll never break our spirit and you'll never understand
Our indomitable spirit shall remain unbroken, and your comprehension of it shall forever elude you


The love of dear old Ireland that will forge an iron will
The deep affection for our beloved Ireland will fortify us with an unwavering determination


As long as there are gallant men like Young Ned of the Hill
For as long as there are brave individuals like Young Ned of the Hill


A scourge to the redcoat soldiers with a price upon his head
A bane to the British redcoat soldiers, with a reward offered for his capture


To tempt a weaker soul to tell where he kept his bed.
To entice a feeble-minded individual to reveal his hiding place


One night as he lay sleepin′ - his head beside his sword -
One fateful night, as he peacefully slumbered, his sword close at hand


Murdered by his cousin Dwyer to claim a coward′s reward.
Betrayed and killed by his own cousin Dwyer, driven by the desire for a dishonorable prize


The day after O'Dwyer had murdered Young Ned in his bed
The very next day after O'Dwyer committed the murder of Young Ned while he slept


He went for his blood money but was jailed himself instead
O'Dwyer sought to collect his blood money but ended up incarcerated instead


For Ned he had been pardoned the very day before
Unbeknownst to O'Dwyer, Ned had received a pardon just a day prior


And a noose upon the gallows was O′Dwyer's just reward.
Consequently, O'Dwyer met his just end on the gallows, his punishment for his treachery


A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell, you who raped our motherland
May a curse be upon you, Oliver Cromwell, for the atrocities you committed against our homeland


I hope you′re rotting down in Hell for the horrors that you sent
May you suffer eternal damnation for the horrific acts you inflicted upon us


To our misfortunate forefathers who you robbed of their birthright
To our ill-fated ancestors, whom you deprived of their rightful inheritance


"To Hell or Connaught!" may you burn in Hell tonight!
"To Hell or Connaught!" May you face damnation this very night!


You may rob our house and fortune, even drive us from the land
Though you may plunder our homes and wealth, and forcibly expel us from our land


But you'll never break our spirit and you'll never understand
Yet, our spirit shall remain unbroken, and comprehension of it shall forever elude you


The love of dear old Ireland that will forge an iron will
The profound love for our cherished Ireland shall mold an unyielding determination within us


As long as there are gallant men like Young Ned Of The Hill
For as long as there exist courageous men akin to Young Ned of the Hill




Writer(s): Jeremy Max Finer, Andrew Ranken, James Fearnley, Shane Mac-gowan, Peter Stacey, Philip Chevron, Darryl Hunt, Terence Woods, Ron Kavana

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@Aponiwe

I CANT believe this performance has so few view, this is just incredibly great

@asn.n.s1868

Outstanding¡.Very good performance.

@McTash100

My favourite Irish song. Best version in my opinion.

@Necropedophile1985

what an excellent version of one of my favorite songs

@Eratosthenes0815

Thanks to Ron for doing this song! - This is one of the songs of my life...

A really well performed version. Thanks for this being online. (Where to get "hi-resolution-version" of this for my "HiFi"@home?- THNX)

@Ken1957100

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@yoda5075

My dad's mate from the rising sun Islington brooksby St , use to watch him at the weaver's arms 😊

@jhiken

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@lasrachtech.1341

WOW

@mattiasfaldt1725

so good. erin go bragh <3

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