my eyes are empty black as night
my heart is filled with hate
my name is faded from this land
and cursed be my fate
and yet before my curtain falls
all men shall hear my moans
my vengeance sing the waters oer
the blind mens stepping stones
for manhood or the loss of life
this choice the barratts gave
and every man was blinded
his lineage for to save
then thrust upon the waters
to tread the dark unknown
and only emon lynott walked
the blind mens stepping stones
for scorna boy this deed was done
with needles smooth and dread
the eyes of every lynott pierced
the light from every head
and yet your curse still walks abroad
he dwells within your homes
the son of emon lynott curse
the blind mens stopping stones
the lynott that you now have slain
no lynott was at all
but fathered by MacWilliam
heir of connaught lord of all
tirawley will remember long how
loud the barratts moan
my vengeance sing the water oer
the blind mens stepping stones
the deed is done the debt is paid
and all was here is dust
tirawleys Welshmen all the same
now beg for crumb and crust
for Cromwell has laid plans so bold
and all men stand alone
for Cromwells vengeance is not for
the blind mens stepping stones