• While the silent hills are burning,
    And the crows they keep on crowing,

    But the old lady churning,
    To keep herself above the deadly shadows of the night.

    But the troops they keep on fighting
    While the people keep on running

    But they cannot escape the lightning
    Falling to their death among the deadly shadows of the night


    As the men burst down the door
    They were amazed at what they saw
    The poor old lady Kealey just a-churning away

    But one man he could not bear it
    So his captain’s neck he did slit
    And out for him emerged the deadly shadows of the night…