Joe Hill

Sung by Ewan McLennan

1
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.
2
He’s comes frae the shipyard that stands on the Clyde;
His hammer it is silent, his tools laid aside,
To the wide Ebro river young Foyers has gone
To fight by the side o’ the people of Spain.
3
There wasna his equal at work or at play,
He was strong in the union till his dying day;
He was grand at the fitba’, at the dance he was braw,
O, young Jamie Foyers was the floo’er o’ them a’.
4
He came frae the shipyard, took off his working claes,
O, I mind that time weel in the lang summer days;
He said, “Fare ye well, lassie, I’ll come back again.”
But young Jamie Foyers in battle was slain.
5
In the fight for Belchite he was aye to the fore,
He fought at Gandesa till he couldna fight more;
He lay owre his machine-gun wi’ a bullet in his brain
And young Jamie Foyers in battle was slain.