Blackmoorfoot

My father asked what do I think
Abandoning my weavin'
I say, "I've been to Blackmoorfoot
Collecting peat moss for the evening."
My mother asked where I have I been
To get my skirt hems pushed 'round all widdershins
I say, "I've been to Blackmoorfoot
To watch the summer moon a-risin'."

My friends stop me at the laneway gate
I say, "do you have to ask it?"
"Well, I've been up to Blackmoorfoot
To gather mushrooms for my basket."
My sister asks what have I done that evening, when in bed
I say, "I've been to Blackmoorfoot
A-countin' pheasants' eggs."

Enoch's hammer came down on us
Enoch's hammer came down on us
Enoch's hammer came down

Ah...
Ah....

I wait for her at Blackmoorfoot
By the old bus shelter
Then we catch the bus back home
While my mates all insult her
The clouds come in on Scapegoat Hill
Where they hung the martyrs
They pass so close, sometimes I feel
It reaching out to touch us

Enoch's hammer came down on us
Enoch's hammer came down on us
Enoch's hammer came down
Ah...
Ah...
Ah...
Ah...