The Hunter Dunne Lyrics

John Dunne was a hunter, he hunted wanted men
If they'd a price upon their head John Dunne went after
them
He took the posters at their word when they said alive
or dead
Nobody tries escaping with a bullet in their head
And when he died, he died alone, the way he'd spent his
years
No bells were rung, no songs were sung, nobody shed a
tear
No keening and no flowers, no hearse to bring him home
John Dunne was a hunter and John Dunne died alone

John Dunne made his living fighting other people's wars
He neither knew nor cared what causes he was fighting
for
Whoever paid his wages bought his loyalty and mind
When John Dunne went to work he left his heart and soul behind
And when he died, he died alone, in some god-forsaken
hole
No funeral oration, just curses on his soul
Supper for the scavengers was how he met his end
John Dunne was a mercenary and he died without a friend

John Dunne he sold armaments, to anyone who'd buy
The deal was cash, no questions asked, no how or who or
why
No mercy for the living, no conscience for the dead
Good or bad or right or wrong never entered John
Dunne's head
And when he died, he died alone, no loved ones by his
side
No elegies, no broken hearts, laments or sad goodbyes
No fond words of remembrance, not even kindly lies
No-one even noticed it the day that John Dunne died

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