MACALLAR ROAD

 

I can hear the fiddle through the open window boy can he ever play

There’s dancing in the kitchen and stories on the tongue

They’re talking bout yesterday

Times are quiet now but they

Weren’t always that way

When everybody lived down on MacAllar Road

 

A family of 15 lived a simple life
Fished the waters farmed the land
They would never be the wealthy kind
Life was hard you understand
And when the depression came
Some left for Montreal
They said their goodbyes to MacAllar Road

 

In 1939 a war broke out
The boys went overseas
They left behind the ones they loved
To fight for their country
And if you go to France
My namesakes buried there
They did their part
The boys from MacAllar Road
The Boys from MacAllar Road

 

 

There’s a little graveyard
By a river they call Brae
And that’s where you’ll find the name
You’ll never see it in any history book
But they’re good folk just the same
Someday I’m gonna die one request before I do
Will you bury me somewhere close to MacAllar Road
Good ole MacAllar Road......

©2003 John MacAllar Music