Hello boys I've been away. On a bit of a holiday. To the land where the rivers freely flow. And the cattle roam on the wild callagh. Walking home three parts pissed. I stumbled and fell in the morning mist. I fell and rolled in the hungry grass. That tells the tale of a terrible past. I screamed and ran and dreamt I fell. Down in the depths of a freezing hell. Four million people starved to death. Could smell the curse on their dying breath. Where no one ever wants to go. Down in the ground where the dead men go. To hell which is circular all around. Down in the belly of the big cold ground. The moving shadows were everywhere. The very trees seemed to bend and stare. I remembered the dunes on a Sligo shore. Screamed and ran till I could run no more. Over the fields and across the moor. I ran in the house and slammed the door. What the hell's that over there. A putrefying corpse sitting in that chair. Where no one ever wants to go. Down in the ground where the dead men go. Been drunk as a skunk since I've been home. From bar to bar like a ghost I roamed. I can't forget those things I saw. Been down with the devil in the Dalling Road. One place I don't want to go. Down in the ground where the dead men go.