Pat Desmond, The Lawman’s Tale – Irish Western Ballad of Honor & Loss!

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The Lawman’s Tale from the green hills of Ireland to the dusty streets of the American West, Pat Desmond carried the burden of justice and heartbreak. Once a lawman in Kit Carson, his life was marked by bravery, tragedy, and unspoken sorrow. This cinematic Irish-Western ballad tells his story — a tale of exile, ghosts, and a badge that never weighed more. With echoes of fiddle and low whistle, ride through a ballad where courage meets pain and legacy never fades.

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Pat Desmond, The Lawman’s Tale – Irish Western Ballad of Honor & Loss!
LYRICS:
Verse 1
Under the boundless sky where sagebrush winds moan,
Lived a gunman named Pat Desmond, his past carved in stone.
From County Cork he fled, with a heart scorched by flame,
Seeking justice in exile, for freedom’s lost name.

Verse 2
In Kit Carson’s silence, a guardian of dreams,
He watched over nightfall and lawless extremes.
His badge caught the moonlight, his eyes held the past,
He hunted the wicked, their reckoning cast.

Verse 3
Whispers of courage by campfires took flight,
In saloons and on trails, he fought for the right.
Yet the scars of old grief ran deep in his core,
Though the town praised his valor, his soul waged a war.

Chorus
Oh, Pat Desmond, the man with the iron-wrought gun,
With a heart forged in honor, and battles unwon.
Chasing ghosts through the canyons where the wild rivers hum,
In the tales of the outlaws, under heaven’s last drum.

Verse 4
He rounded up drifters, their sins in his sight,
But sorrow crept in like a thief in the night.
His daughter and son, lost to fever’s cruel hand,
Left whiskey to guide him through sorrow’s cold land.

Verse 5
In Ogden’s dim streets, he fought more than men,
But the weight of his grief broke his spirit again.
In a shadow-lit saloon where legends collide,
Pat faced down a killer with nowhere to hide.

Verse 6
Tom’s laughter once warmed where the campfires would burn,
A brother-in-arms, till fate took its turn.
Now alone with his shadow, Pat walked the cold plain,
His heart a cracked locket, locked tight with its chain.

Chorus
Oh, Pat Desmond, the man with the iron-wrought gun,
With a heart forged in honor, and battles unwon.
Chasing ghosts through the canyons where the wild rivers hum,
In the tales of the outlaws, under heaven’s last drum.

Verse 7
So lift a cracked glass to the lawman struck young,
Where six-guns once thundered, now echoes his song.
Through dust and despair, his name still endures,
In the soul of the frontier, his fire stays pure.

Outro
Oh, Pat Desmond, unyielding, the steadfast and true,
His path etched in starlight, forever in view.
In the West’s endless saga, his memory weaves,
A lawman, a fighter, where the evening light grieves.

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