Author: Christy Moore
Am
Boning halls, we’re talking boning halls,
Am
Boning halls, talking ’bout boning halls,
C G
Rich cowmen ride around the boning hall
F G
Weighing up every chop that comes across the trimming board
C G
Like kings around the cattle mart, smooth and razor sharp
F G
Scrawny auld scrag-end tenderised by stampin’ in the
Am
Boning halls,
Boning halls.
C G F
Where the carcass is stripped down to the bone,
F G Am
All the flesh gets ripped off a country.
F C
Hey-eeeheeee, weehey heey oooooo (or something like this)
Bone meal, Angel Dust,
T-bone steak, hormones and nitrogen
And sweet gravy
When the beef is on the block
The knife is on the stone
We’ve just been told the bung
Was underneath the counter of the
Boning hall,
Boning hall.
Where the carcass is stripped down to the bone,
All the flesh gets ripped off a country.
When the beef is over,
We’ll be back in order
Our cleavers well sharpened
We’ll be ready for the slaughter in the
Boning hall,
Boning hall.
Where the carcass is stripped down to the bone,
All the flesh gets ripped off a country.
Boning halls, we’re talking boning halls,
Boning halls, talking ’bout boning halls.