The gaol hills
The gaols hills
Snow covered hilltop
Your history is grime
Forgotten are the gaols
That death had held within
Lined along the cobbles
Sway the hanging trees
The branches of destruction
As cold as they could be
Truly hideous and barbaric
To watch a grown man die
A mocking crowd had gathered
One lone mother heard to cry
For her son or daughter
As they take their last breath
A vision, a hunting nightmare
That is all that she has left
Sadness fills the hilltop
That now looks so beautifully rare
The years of barbaric killings
Gone, no one left to stare
However if you listen carefully
On a cold and windy night
You’ll hear a mother crying
Knowing the rope is to tight
Around her lost child’s neck
As he gives her helpless stare
Repentant of his crimes
He finally showed he cared
Written by Francis McNeilly
