Mattie Lennon's Ballads

THE HIDEOUT ON THE ROCK By Mattie Lennon

(Air: The Oul Alarm Clock)


It happened up in Blessington,

In November sixty-nine.

Justice wasn't evident

And the day was far from fine.

The Gardai got contrary

And they gave to me the knock

In their effort for to camouflage

The Hideout On The Rock.


I was told "We're going to charge you

With the burning of a  rick"

By Nash and Tighe and Sullivan

And Paddy Browne, the prick.

If the facts had been before me

I'd have got an awful shock;

Had I known 'twas all a cover-up

For The Hideout On The Rock.


Then on a day in early Spring

(But Winter mists hung down)

A daring raid was carried out

In Rathdrum's lonely town.

The Gardai combed the district

And kept vigil round the clock.

To ensure the culprits' safe return

To the Hideout On The Rock.


The next landmark in the story

Is Dublin's Arran Quay;

A zealous guard was there shot dead

On a sunny April day.

To search West-Wicklow homesteads

The Gardai soon did flock,

But somehow or other chanced to miss

The Hideout On The Rock.


When the boys from Dublin Castle came

They saw it was too late,

But still a mounted "sub-Machine"

Stood focused on the gate.

The 'spied the dump of weapons

When they forced the master lock.

Maurice Sullivan needed brown corduroys

At The Hideout On The Rock.


The Blessington patrol-car

Brought out spades to delve the lands.

There was talk of hidden money

And of Gardai's blistered hands.

Unless they thought some Leprechaun

Had left behind his crock,

They'd know no buried treasure lay

Around Or Near The Rock.


The action that those Gardai took

Might puzzle you or me

But their Sergeant came from Kerry

Where all murderers go free.

I hear they pushed him sideways

To a station in Coolock

To reward him for the part he played

In The Hiding On The Rock.

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