cd: Relic of a Bygone Day
track 4: No English Spoken Here
I was born in the first great War
A little Welsh town on the Northern border
Father set off to protect his home
He never came back
From the Battle of the Somme
Never left home ‘til my twenty first year
We spoke the words that our mother had taught us
I returned with a Dublin brogue
Everyone cried that the world had caught us
Formed my words in a careless way
Paid no heed to the ones proceed me
My mother had a different say
The queen’s never gonna give a damn to feed ye
She taught me at seven years old
Right from wrong let the truth be told
Showed me in a voice over fourteen hundred years
She may have been a relic of a bygone day
Clinging to the tongue as it fades away
She told me of a time no English spoken here
No English spoken here
No English spoken here
No English spoken here
No English spoken here
An old man’s pride in a little boy’s words
Hearing him speak like a long past era
Sure enough there’s a line been drawn
But the mother tongue yet is not laid barren
Raised you child the best I could
Show an old fool that you understood
Holding on to a different time
Turn that phrase like it might have been mine
Teach my grandchild seven years old
Right from wrong let the truth be told
Show him in a voice over fourteen hundred years
I may be a relic of a bygone age
Clinging to the tongue as she fades away
Tell him of a time
No English spoken here
No English spoken here
No English spoken here
No English spoken here
No English spoken here
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Written by Kyle Aughe