Father McFadden

Come all ye Roman Catholics and pray you will be near

And likewise pay attention and I'll not detain you long

Concerning Father McFadden who lies in Lifford Jail

He was remanded there for trial, the judge could find no bail

The day he was arrested was a Sunday after Mass

It was Inspector Martin, the man who did arrest

He caught the collar by the priest with a broadsword in his hand

Says he, "Your are my prisoner, sir, and you must come along"

The congregation seen their priest arrested at the door

And David being among the flock, he did one stone procure

He stuck the stone into a sling and my the Lord's command

He killed Inspector Martin on the ground where he did stand

They put Martin on a stretcher and to barracks they did go

To see them walking down the road, it was a lovely show

The congregation booed at them, 'twas glorious for to tell

And to see a sub-Inspector on a door going off to hell

The Devil met them on the road, and he took him by the hand

Says he, "Inspector Martin, I've been waiting for you long

You being a worthy officer, and you've done your duty well

And now I'm going to promote you to the burning pits of Hell"

Adieu to Ballyshannon, will I never see you more

And many's the happy day I spent along Bundoran's shore

To my wife and family, I said farewell

And now I'm away and I'm bound to stay in the burning pits of hell