Adapted from and to the tune of “Jamie Foyers”
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Far distant, far distant, lies Talbot the brave,
No tombstone memorial shall hallow his grave.
For his bones they lie scattered on the green hills of Mourne.
And young Davie Talbot in battle is gone.
Chorus
He’s gone from the smithy that stands in Midwold.
His hammer lies idle, his forge it is cold
To the proud walls of Haytown young Talbot is gone,
To fight by the side of the people of Mourne
There wasn’t his equal at work or at play.
He worked hard at his smithcraft for all of his days.
He was grand at the football, at the dance he was braw.
And young Davie Talbot was the flower of them all.
He come home from the smithy, took off his working clothes
Took his halberd and helmet and kissed his wife Rose.
Said “Think ye now, lassie, I’ll come back again”
But young Davie Talbot in battle was slain.
In the fight at the Pig Mark he was aye to the fore,
And he fought at the Ore Hills till he could not fight more.
Then he lay o’er his halberd with an arrow in his brain.
And young Davie Talbot in battle was slain.
So come all ye people from the Empire so wide.
To hear now my song of how young Davie died.
Take strength and take pride from the land of your birth.
And leave not one Jotun alive on our earth.
Far distant, far distant, lies Talbot the brave,
No tombstone memorial shall hallow his grave.
For his bones they lie scattered on the green hills of Mourne.
And young Davie Talbot in battle is gone.