Cushy Glen by Stormzone (2018)
Stormzone “Cushy Glen” from the album “LUCIFER’S FACTORY”
Directed by: Jim Crone – https://www.facebook.com/jim.crone.10
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STORMZONE:
John Harv Harbinson – Lead Vocals
Steve Moore – Guitars
Graham McNulty – Bass
Junior Afrifa – Guitars
Jonny Millar – Drums
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The story of the outlaw and highwayman Cushy Glen is embedded in Irish folklore, but his lethal tale is not a myth, it is a real story! He terrorised residents and travelers around the Coleraine area of Northern Ireland for many years just over two centuries ago. Cushy’s particular forte was to lie in wait as men left the regions pubs in a drunken state, choosing a victim who looked likely to still have money left in his pockets before pressing ahead with his deadly attack, cutting the throat of the poor soul, robbing him and then making a very hasty exit. This all took place along a stretch of road notoriously known as the ‘Murder Hole’. It is said that he may well have carried out his dastardly deeds assisted by a band of five rogues, ‘Cushy’s Gang’. The highwayman was eventually shot and killed during an attempted robbery, but Cushy’s men await his return unaware of his fate, and this video introduces you to them and lets you inside their hideaway!
Cushy Glen ‘Lyrics’…
Long were the nights by the light of the moon,
So many men leave the tavern too soon,
Drunk with the stories and wine in their heads,
Cushy ensures that they won’t see their beds
Over the mountains, and over the hills,
Down by the road where the highwayman kills,
Over the mountains and on through the glens,
His terror finally ends,
From the brave young men, to the brave old men,
They’ll drink to the capture of the Cushy Glen,
Flags will fly, and they’ll hang him high,
Never no more shall we see him again
Helped by a lass twice as bad as himself,
She helped the man for the love that she felt,
He takes the blame now she’s out on the loose,
Cushy ensures that she won’t face the noose
Over the mountains, and over the hills,
Down by the road where the highwayman kills,
Over the mountains and on through the glens,
His terror finally ends,
From the brave young men, to the brave old men,
They’ll drink to the capture of the Cushy Glen,
Flags will fly, and they’ll hang him high,
Never no more shall we see him again
Just as he thought he could live as he pleased,
Cushy was followed and brought to his knees,
Even in capture completely disowned,
He made a vow to go down on his own
