Irish traditional song lyrics — collected by Beer Belly Band.
Far distant, far distant lies Foyers the brave,
No tombstone memorial shall hallow his grave,
His bones they are scattered on the rude soil of Spain
For young Jamie Foyers in battle was slain
He’s gane frae the shipyard that stands on the Clyde
His hammer is silent, his tools laid aside
To the wide Ebro river young Foyers has gane
To fecht by th side o’ the people o’ Spain
There wasna his equal at work or at play
He was strang in the union till his dying day
He was grand at the footba’, at the dance he was braw
O! young Jamie Foyers was the floo’er o’ them a’
He cam’ frae the shipyard, took off his working claes
Oh, I mind that time weel in the lang simmer days
He said, “Fare ye weel, lassie, I’ll come back again”
But young Jamie Foyers in battle was slain
In the fight for Belchite he was aye to the fore
He focht at Grandesa till he couldna fight more
He lay owre his machine-gun wi’ a bullet in his brian
And young Jamie Foyers in battle was slain