Jack Hardy – Sending Home the Slates

Jack Hardy – Sending Home the Slates Lyrics

Artist: Jack Hardy
Song: Sending Home the Slates

Only three fields have I
Oats and potatoes and rye
And a thatch on the roof
Cannot cover the truth

Cannot cover the tear in my eye
That seven generations to you
With the same bit of ocean to view
And no worse for loss

To curse it or cross it
To somewhere you cannot go in a shoe
But oh, they’ll be sending home the slates
So there’ll be more than potatoes on your plates

With the money from the States
Thеre’ll be whiskey by thе crates
Oh, when they’re sending home the slates
A farmer alone with his fields

Poorer each year for its yields
And the only thing not sown
Is the permanence of stone
And the emptiness that he now feels

A pub and a store and a church
And a savior staring down from his perch
Don’t need to remind me
There are places you might rather be

At least, that you might want to search
But oh, they’ll be sending home the slates
So there’ll be more than potatoes on your plate
With the money from the States

There’ll be whiskey by the crate
Oh, when they’re sending home the slates
So dot the i’s and cross those t’s
Cove is a bitter place indeed

With the ships of the fleet
As far as the eye can see
When the tide turns you’ll be gone from me
What good is sitting ‘lone by the fire

Far from your own heart’s desire?
In McGillicuddy’s freaks
Under a roof that never leaks
‘Til the stories caught in your throat expire

But oh, they’ll be sending home the slates
So there’ll be more than potatoes on your plate
With the money from the States
There’ll be whiskey by the crates

Oh, when they’re sending home the slates
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Release Year: 2005