Republican Songs

1   A Fathers Song


Childrens' laughter, childrens' tears

Childish joys of childish years

Fondest memories of our once happy home

It's not death that brings the pain

I would face it all again

But it grieves me so to leave you all alone




       Do the wee ones still sigh when they hear their daddy's name?

       Do they sadly ask you why I won't be home again?

       How hard it is to know, I'll never see them grow

       Let them know their father loved them and his land


May they never know the fears

That blighted my young years

Nor the shackles that have bound my native land

That they see the joys of life

And not cruel civil strife

Nor the laws imposed by a brutal stranger's hands


Let them grow in love and truth

Let them blossom into youth

Guided by their mother's loving hand

May they cherish Ireland's pride

For this Joe McDonnell died

Let them know their father loved them and his land

2   A Nation Once Again


When boyhood's fire was in my blood

I read of ancient freemen

For Greece and Rome who bravely stood

Three hundred men and three men

And then I prayed I yet might see

Our fetters rent in twain

And Ireland long a province be

A nation once again



        A nation once again

        A nation once again

        And Ireland long a province be

        A nation once again


And from that time through wildest woe

That hope has shone a far light

Nor could love's brightest summer glow

Outshine that solemn starlight

It seemed to watch above my head

In forum, field and fane

Its angel voice sang 'round my bed

A nation once again


It whispered too that freedoms ark

And service high and holy

Would be profaned by feelings dark

And passions vane or lowly

For freedom comes from God's right hand

And needs a Godly train

And righteous men must make our land

A nation once again


So as I grew from boy to man

I bent me to that bidding

My spirit of each selfish plan

And cruel passion ridding

For thus I hoped some day to aid

Oh can such hope be vane

When my dear country shall be made

A nation once again

3   An tAmhrán Náisiúnta




        Sinne laochra Fáil

        Atá faoi gheall ag Eirinn

        Buíon dár slua

        Thar toinn do ráinig chugainn

        Faoi mhóid bheith saor

        Seantír ár sinsear feasta

        Ní fhágfar faoin tíorán ná faoin tráill

        Anocht a théam sa bhearna bhaoil

        Le gean ar Ghaeil chun báis nó saoil

        Le gunna-scréach faoi lámhach na bpiléar

        Seo libh canaig' Amhrán na bhFiann



Seo dhaoibh, a chairde, duan Óglaigh

Caithréimeach, bríomhar, ceolmhar

Ar dtintne cnámh go buacach táid

'S an spéir go mín réaltógach

Is fonnmhar faobhrach sinn chun gleo

'S go tiúnmhar glé roimh thíocht don ló

Faoi chiúnas caomh na hoíche ar seol

Seo libh, canaig' Amhrán na bhFiann




We are soldiers of destiny

Who are under promise to Ireland

A band of our crowd

Over waves have come to us

Under pledge to be free

The old country of our ancestors from now on

Will not be left under slavery or under oppression

Tonight we go into the gap of danger

With desire on Gaels for death or life

With gunfire under a volley of bullets

Here's us singing a soldier's song.
4   Ashtown Road


'Twas a cold December day

A lorry ploughed its way

'Midst bullets splash and play

On Ashtown road


In that car a living tool

Of England's hated rule

There was begun a duel

On Ashtown road


Young Savage unafraid

With gun and handgrenade

Attacked them undismayed

On Ashtown road


But another day shall dawn

Like that cold December morn

When a martyr's name was born

On Ashtown road


We laid him in a grave

Where the willows sadly wave

Oh, son of Erin brave

Farewell to thee

5   Auf Weiderzhen To Crossmaglen




        So Auf Weiderzhen to Crossmaglen

        Farewell to Carrickmore

        I have seen enough of Ireland, boys

        And I won't be back for more

        And I won't be back for more


The recruiting sergeant he told me, "son

Well army life is fine"

But you did not mention mortar bombs

Or bloody claymore mines


Oh they told me of the German girls

The discos every night

Oh but the only "crack" in South Armagh

Comes from an Armalite


Well I spent some time on the Toomebridge line

Where I thought I'd know no fear

Till a van bomb parked outside our base

Brought the barracks in 'round our ears


So farewell at last to West Belfast

To the Markets and the Falls

Oh I quickly got the message there

It was written on the walls (Brits Out!)


Now all you young lads who in England you be

Signing on the Bureau

Stay well away from the I.R.A.

And they won't bother you

6   Back Home In Derry


In 1803 we sailed out to sea

Out from the sweet town of Derry

For Australia bound if we didn't all drown

And the marks of our fetters we carried

In rusty iron chains we sighed for our wains

Our good women we left there in sorrow

As the main sails unfurled our curses we hurled

On the English and the thoughts of tomorrow




       Oh......Oh, I wish I was back home in Derry

       Oh......Oh, I wish I was back home in Derry


At the mouth of the Foyle we bid farewell to the soil

As down below decks we were lying

O'Docherty screamed; woken up from a dream

By a vision of Bold Robert dying

The sun burnt us cruel as we dished out the gruel

Dan O'Connor was down with the fever

Sixty rebels today bound for Botany Bay

How many will reach their receiver


We cursed them to hell as our bow fought the swell

Our ship tossed like a moth in the firelight

White horses rode high as the devil passed by

Taking souls to Hades by twilight

Five weeks out to sea we were now forty three

Our comrades we buried each morning

And in our own slime we were lost in a time

Endless night without dawning


Van Dieman's land is a hell for a man

To live out his whole life in slavery

Where the climate is raw and the gun makes the law

Neither wind nor rain care for bravery

Twenty years have gone by and I've ended my bond

And my comrades' ghosts are behind me

A rebel I came and I'll die just the same

On the cold winds of night you will find me

7  The Ballad Of Ballinamore


Leitrim is a very funny place, sir

A strange and troubled land

All the boys are in the I.R.A., sir

All the women in Cumann na mBan

Every tractor has a Nicky Kelly sticker

Displayed for all to see

Sure it was no wonder that the Gardai made a blunder

Says your man from the R.T.E.




        Every bird, upon my word, is singing

        I'm a rebel, sir, up in Mohill, sir

        Every hen indeed is laying hand-grenades

        I declare, sir, in Dromahir, sir

        Every crock of a Leitrim cock

        Are longing to be free

        Even sheep are advising that there'll be another Rising

        Says your man from the R.T.E.


Today Tonight went to Ballinamore, sir

They were briefed by the Gardai

On a video they showed to me the Provies

'Ating curry and drinkin' tea

They were all wearing Russian balaclavas

Each carried an R.P.G.

British scalps around the tummy, pockets full of stolen money

Says your man from the R.T.E.


Leitrim is seething with sedition

It's Sinn Fein through and through

All the Task Force have joined the local Unit

The Post Office is the G.H.Q.

They've a race course underground for training Shergar

No comment is all they say to me

Subversion here is bubblin', oh please take me back to Dublin

Says your man from the R.T.E.

8   Ballad Of Micheal Gaughan (Take Me Home To Mayo)




       Take me home to Mayo, across the Irish sea

       Home to dear old Mayo, were once I roamed so free

       Take me home to Mayo and let my body lie

       Home to dear old Mayo beneath an Irish sky


My name is Michael Gaughan from Ballina I came

I saw my people suffering I swore to break their chains

I raised the flag in England prepared to fight or die

Burry me in Mayo beneath an Irish sky


My body cold and hungry in Parkhurst jail I lie

For loving of my country on hunger strike I'll die

I have but one last longing I hope you'll not deny

Burry me in Mayo beneath an Irish sky

9   Banna Strand


'Twas on Good Friday morning all in the month of May

A German ship was signaling beyond out in the bay

With twenty thousand rifles all ready for to land

But no answering signal did come from the lonely Banna Strand


No signal answer from the shore sir Rodger sadly said

No comrades here to welcome me alas they must be dead

But I must do my duty and at once I mean to land

So in a small boat he rowed ashore to the lonely Banna strand


Now the R.I.C. were hunting for sir Rodger high and low

They found him at McKenna's fort said they you are our foe

Said he I'm Rodger Casement and I've come to my native land

For I mean to free my countrymen on the lonely Banna strand


They took sir Rodger prisoner and sailed for London town

'Twas in the tower they laid him a traitor to the crown

Said he I am no traitor but his trial he had to stand

For bringing German rifles to the lonely Banna strand


'Twas in an English prison that they led him to his death

I'm dying for my country he said with his last breath

They burried him on British soil far from his native land

And the wild waves sang his requiem on the lonely Banna strand


They took sir Rodger home again in the year of '65

And with his comrades of '16 he in peace and tranquil lies

His last fond wish it was fulfilled for to lie in his native land

And the waves they roll in peace again on the lonely Banna strand

10   The Belfast Brigade


Craigavon sent the specials out to shoot the people down

He thought the I.R.A were dead in dear old Belfast town

But they got a rude awakening with a rifle and grenade

When they met the first battalion of the Belfast Brigade



        Glory, glory to old Ireland, Glory, glory to the sireland       

        Glory to the memory of the men who fought and died

        No Surrender was the war cry of the Belfast Brigade


The soldiers came from Hollywood, equiped with English guns

There was men by the thousand amunition by the ton

But it's when they reached the Falls road they were seriously delayed

When they met the second Battalion of the Belfast Brigade


We have no fancy uniforms or no armoured car to show

We are ready to defend ourselves no matter where we go

We are out for a Republic and to hell with your Free State

For we're the fighting first Battalion of the Belfast Brigade


Come on you gallant Irish men come and join the I.R.A.

And strike a blow for freedom when there comes a certain day

You know your country's history, it's a sacrifice to make

To come and join all three Battalions of the Belfast Brigade

11  Billy Reid


I'll sing you a song of a terrible wrong

And the flags they all flew at half mast

When a man he lay dead he was riddled with lead

And he died on the streets of Belfast




        And the radio said there's another shot dead

        And he died with a gun in his hand

        But they didn't say why Billy Reid had to die

        For he died to free our land


It happened one day when the bold I.R.A.

Went out to fight for our land

With an old Thompson gun and the troops on the run

And return to their homes was their plan


While returning the guns Billy met British huns

That's when the fight had begun

His position was dire and his gun wouldn't fire

So he died with an old Thompson gun


Although he lay dead he was kicked in the head

By the hair they dragged him around

But they still fear him yet and will never forget

How brave Billy Reid stood his ground


If you think he was right come and join in the fight

And help to free our land

For the blood Billy shed and although he lies dead

In our hearts his memory will last

12  The Bold Fenian Men


See who comes over the red blossomed heather

Their green flag kissing the pure mountain air

Heads erect, eyes front, stepping proudly together

Sure freedom sits throned on each proud spirit there

Down the hill twining, their blessed steel shining

Like rivers of beauty that flow from each glen

From mountain and valley, 'tis Liberty's rally -

Out and make way for the Bold Fenian Men!


Our prayers and our tears they have scoffed and derided

They've shut out God's sunlight from spirit and mind

Our foes were united and we were divided

We met and they scattered our ranks to the wind

But once more returning, within our veins burning

The fires that illuminated dark Aherlow glen

We raise the old cry anew, slogan of Conn and Hugh

Out and make way for the Bold Fenian Men


We've men from the Nore, from the Suir and Shannon

Let the tyrant come forth, we'll bring force against force

Our pen is the sword and our voice is the cannon

Rifle for rifle and horse against horse

We've made the false Saxon yield, many a red battlefield

God on our side we will triumph again

Pay them back woe for woe, give them back blow for blow

Out and make way for the Bold Fenian Men


Side by side for the cause have our forefathers battled

When our hills never echoed the tread of a slave

In many a field where the leaden hail rattled

Through the red gap of glory they marched to their grave

And those who inherit, their name and their spirit

Will march 'neath the banners of liberty then:

All who love foreign law, native or Sassanach -

Must out and make way for the Bold Fenian Men

13  Bold Robert Emmet


The struggle is over, the boys are defeated

Old Ireland surrounded with sadness and gloom

We are defeated and shamefully treated

And I Robert Emmet, awaiting my doom!




        Bold Robert Emmet the darling of Erin

        Bold Robert Emmet will die with a smile

        Farewell, companions both loyal and daring

        I'll lay down my life for the Emerald Isle


Hung, drawn and quartered, sure that was my sentence

But soon I will show them no coward am I

My crime is the love of the land I was born in -

A hero I have lived and a hero I will die


I was arrested and cast into prison

Tried as a traitor, a rebel, a spy

But no one can call me a knave or a coward -

A hero I lived and a hero I'll die


Hark, the bells' tolling, I well know the meaning

My poor heart tells me it is my death knell

In come the clergy, the warder is leading

I have no friends here to bid me farewell


Good-bye, old Ireland, my parents and sweetheart

Companions in arms, to forget you must try

I am proud of the honour, it was only my duty -

A hero I lived and a hero I'll die

14  Boolavogue


At Boolavogue as the sun was setting

O'er the bright May meadows of Shelmalier

A rebel hand set the heather blazing

And brought the neighbours from far and near

Then Father Murphy from old Kilcormack

Spurred up the rock with a warning cry:

"Arm!, Arm!" He cried, "For I've  come to lead you

For Ireland's freedom we'll fight or die!"


He led us on 'gainst the coming soldiers

And the cowardly yeomen we put to flight

'Twas at the Harrow the Boys of Wexford

Showed Booky's regiment how men could fight

Look out for hirelings, King George of England

Search every Kingdom where breathes a slave

For Father Murphy of county Wexford

Sweeps o'er the land like a mighty wave


We took Camolin and Enniscorthy

And Wexford storming drove out our foes

'Twas at Slieve Coilte our pikes were reeking

With the crimson blood of the beaten yeos

At Tubberneering and Ballyellis

Full many a Hessian lay in his gore

Ah! Father Murphy had aid come over

The green flag floated from shore to shore


At Vinegar Hill o'er the pleasant Slaney

Our heros vainly stood back to back

And the yeos at Tullow took father Murphy

And burnt his body upon a rack

God grant you glory brave Father Murphy

And open heaven to all your men

For the cause that called you may call tomorrow

In another fight for the green again

15  The Boy From Tamlaghduff


As I walked through the Glenshane Pass I heard a young girl mourn

The boy from Tamlaghduff she cried is two years dead and gone

How my heart is torn apart this young man to lose

No you'll never see the likes again of my brave Francis Hughes


For many years his exploits were a thorn in England's side

The highland glens became his home, there he used to hide

Once when they surrounded him he quietly slipped away

Like a fox he went to ground and kept the dogs at bay


Moving 'round the countryside he often made the news

But they could never lay their hands on my brave Francis Hughes

Finally they wounded him and captured him at last

From the countryside he loved they took him to Belfast


Oh from Musgrave Park to Crumlin Road and then to a H Block cell

He went straight on the Blanket then a Hunger Strike as well

His will to win they could never break no matter what they tried

He fought them every day he lived and he fought them as he died


As I walked through the Glenshane Pass I heard a young girl mourn

The boy from Tamlaghduff she cried is two years dead and gone

How my heart is torn apart this brave young man to lose

I'll never see the likes again of my brave Francis Hughes

16  The Boys Of The Old Brigade


Oh father why are you so sad, on this bright Easter morn

When Irish men are proud and glad of the land where they were born?

Oh son you see it memorys me of far oft' distant days

When being just a lad like you I joined the I.R.A.




       Where are the lads who stood with me

       When history was made?

       Oh gra mo croÝ I long to see

       The boys of the old brigade


Through hills and farms the call to arms was heard by one and all

And from the glens came brave young men to answer Ireland's call

'Twas long ago we faced the foe the old brigade and me

And by my side they fought and died that Ireland might be free


So now my son I've told you why on Easter morn I sigh

When I recall my comrades all of dark old days gone by

I think of men who fought in glen with rifle and grenade

May heaven keep the men who sleep in the ranks of the old brigade

17   The Boys Of Wexford


In comes the captains daughter, the captain of the yeos

Saying, brave United Irishmen, we'll ne'er again be foes

A thousand pounds I'll bring to you, if you'll fly frome home with me

And dress thy self in man's attire and fight for liberty.




        We are the of Wexford

        Who fought with heart and hand

        To burst in twain the galling chain

        And free our native land


I want no gold my maiden fair, to fly from home with thee

Your shinning eyes will be my prize, more dear than gold to me

I want no gold to nerve my arm, to do a true man's part -

To free my land I'd gladly give the red drops from my heart.


And when we left our cabin, boys, we left with right good will

To see our friends and neighbours, that were at Vinegar Hill

A young man from our ranks, a cannon he let go

He slapt it into Lord Mountjoy, a tyrant he laid low.


We bravely fought and conquered, at Ross and Wexford town

Three Ballot Gate for years to come, will speak for our renown

Through Walpole's horse and Walpole's foot, on Tubberneering's day

Depending on the long bright pike, we cut our gory way.


And Oulart's name shall be their shame whose steed we ne'er did fear

For every man could do his part, like Forth and Shelmalier!

And if for want of leaders, we lost at Vinegar Hill

We're ready for another fight, and love our country still.

18  Brave Tom Williams


Time goes by and years roll onward

Still a memory I shall keep

Of a night in Belfast prison

Unashamedly I saw men weep


For the time was fast approaching

A lad lay sentenced for to die

And on the second of September

He goes to meet his God on high


Now the cruel blow has fallen

For Ireland he's given all

He who in the flower of manhood

Proudly answered to her call


Brave Tom Williams we salute you

And never shall forget

Those who planned your brutal murder

We vow, we'll make them all regret


Here's a word, you Irish soldiers

If on this path you chance to stray

Keep in memory of that morn

When Ireland's cross was proudly borne

By a lad who lies within a prison grave

19 The Broad Black Brimmer


There's a uniform that's hanging in what's known as father's room

A uniform so simple in it's style

It has no braid of gold nor silk nor hat with feathers bloom

Yet my mother has preserved it all this while


One day she made me try it on; a wish of mine for years

In memory of your father son she said

But when I put the sandbrown on she was smiling through her tears

As she placed the broad black brimmer on my head




      It's just a broad black brimmer with ribbons frayed and torn

      By the careless whisp of manys a mountain breeze

      An old trench coat that's so battle-stained and worn

      And breeches that were thread-worn at the knees


      A sandbrown belt with a buckle big and strong

      And a holster that's been empty manys a year

      But when come Ireland's freedom the ones who choose to lead them

      Will wear the broad black brimmer of the I.R.A


It was the uniform was worn by my father long ago

When he reached my mother's homestead on the run

'Twas the uniform was worn in that little church below

When father Mac he blessed the pair as one


And after truce and treaty and the parting of the ways

He wore it as he marched out with the rest

And when they bore his body down, that rugged heathered brae

They placed the broad black brimmer on his breast

20  Come Out You Black and Tans


I was born in a Dublin street where those loyalist drums did beat

And those loving English feet they walked all over us

And every single night when me da would come home tight

He'd invite the neighbours down with this chorus




       Come out you Black 'n Tans, come out and fight me like a man

       Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders

       Tell her how the I.R.A. made you run like hell away

       From the green and leafy lanes of Kilishander


Come tell us how you slew those ol' Arabs two by two

Like the Zulus they had spears and bow 'n arrows

How bravely you faced one with your sixteen pounder gun

And you frightened those damn natives to tomorrow


Come let us hear you tell how you slandered great Parnell

With your thoughts and words you truely persecuted

Where are the sneers and jeers that you loudly let us hear

When our leaders of sixteen were executed


In the summer of sixty nine with your smiling face you came

Tell us how you won your medals up in Derry

When you murdered thirteen men and you'll do the same again

Get on out of here and take your English border


Now the time is coming fast and I think those days are near

When English John he'll run no more o'er us

And if there'll be a need sure my kids will say God speed

With a verse or two of singing this fine chorus

21  Crossmaglen


I'll sing a song of the bravest men

The famous fighting unit from Armagh

They are the men from Crossmaglen

Among the bravest Ireland's ever saw




       In Crossmaglen the fire burns true

       The patriotic flame will never die

       And when you hear the battle cry

       It will be the fighting men from Crossmaglen


Tonight you'll hear bazookas roar

Armalites are heard across the land

The I.R.A. their spirits soar

They know the reckoning has come to pass


We'll not give up until we're free

'Til Ireland is out of Englands hands

We'll never rest until we see

Britania's rule driven from our land

22  Down By The Glenside


'Twas down by the glenside, I met an old woman

A - plucking young nettles she ne'er saw me coming

I listened a while to the song she was humming

Glory - O, Glory - O, to the bold fenian men


'Twas sixteen long years since I saw the moon beaming

On brave many forms and their eyes were heart gleaming

I see them all now sure in all my day - dreaming

Glory - O, Glory - O, to the bold fenian men


Some died on the hillside, som died with a stranger

And wise men have judged that their cause was a failure

They fought for old Ireland and they never feared danger

Glory - O, Glory - O, to the bold fenian men


I passed on my way thanks to God that I met her

Be life long or short sure I'll never forget her

There may have been brave men but they'll never be better

Glory - O, Glory - O, to the bold fenian men

23  Dying Rebel


The night was dark and the battle ended

The moon shone down O'Connell street

I stood alone, where brave men perished

Those men have gone, their God to meet




        My only son was shot in Dublin

        Fighting for his country bold

        He fought for Ireland and Ireland only

        The harp the shamrock, green white and gold


The first I met was a grey-haired father

Searching for his only son

I said old man, there's no use searching

For up to heaven your son has gone


The old man cried out broken hearted

Bending o'er I heard him say

"I knew my son was too kind hearted

I knew my son would never yield"


The last I met was a dying rebel

Bending low I heard him say

"God bless my home in dear Cork city

God bless the cause for which I die"

24  Erin Go Brath


I'll sing you a song of a row in the town

When a green flag went up and the crown rag came down

'Twas the neatest and  sweetest thing ever you saw

When I played the best game played in Erin go Brath


God bless gallant Pearse and his comrades who died

Tom Clarke, McDermot, McDonagh, McBride

And here's to James Connolly who gave one hurrah!

And he placed the machine guns for Erin go Brath


Well one of our leaders was down at Ringsend

For the honour of Ireland to hold and defend

He had no veteran soldiers but volunteers raw

Playing sweet rebel music for Erin go Brath


Bold Ceannt and his comrades like lions at bay

From the south Dublin Union poured death and dismay

Ah but what was their wrath when the Englishmen saw

All the dead khaki soldiers in Erin go Brath


Oh a brave English captain was raving that day

He says give me one hour and I'll blow you away

But a big Mauser bullet got stuck in his craw

And he died of lead poisoning in Erin go Brath


All glory to Dublin, to the halls of reknown

In the long generations her fame won't live down

And Children will tell how their forefathers saw

The red blaze of fredom o'er Erin go Brath

25  Farewell To Belaghy




        Farewell to Bellaghy, likewise Tamlaghduff

        And the green hills of Derry, that I dearly love

        My thoughts they turn to you, from my dark H-Block cell

        So friends and brave comrades, I bid you farewell


For hundreds of years now, we've kept up the fight

And the history books told me of Ireland's plight

So with gallant Francis, I have followed the cause

To conquer the tyrants and defy Englands laws


Through the hills of south Derry, we marched and we drilled

Through our exploits in action, all Ireland we thrill

Most feared men in Ulster, volunteers on the run

We gave England our answer through the barrel of our gun


Oh, gallant south Derry, you're forever blessed

Through the struggle for freedom, you have given your best

There's Hughes and there's Bateson, Sheridan and Glee

And inscribed with their names now brave Tom McIllwee


26   The Foggy Dew


'Twas down the glen one Easter morn

To a city fair rode I

There armed lines of marching men

In squadrons passed me by

No pipes did hum, no battle drum

Did sound it's loud tatoo

But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell

Rang out in the foggy dew


Right proudly high over Dublin town

They flung out the flag of war

'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky

Than at Sulva or Sud El Bar

And from the plains of Royal Meath

Strong men came marching through

While Britannia's huns with their long range guns

Sailed in through the foggy dew


Oh the night fell black and the rifle's crack

Made perfidious Albion reel

'Mid the leaden hail, seven tongues of flame

Did shine o'er the lines of steel

By each shinning blade a prayer was said

That to Ireland her sons be true

And when morning broke, still the war flag shook

Out its fold in the foggy dew


'Twas England bade our wild geese go

That small nations might be free

But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves

Or the fringe of the great North Sea

Oh had they died by Pearse's side

Or fought with Cathal Brugha

Their names we'd keep where the Fenians sleep

'Neath the shroud of the foggy dew


But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell

Rang mournfully and clear

For those who died that evening tide

In the spring-time of the year

While the world did gaze with deep amaze

At those fearless men but few

Who bore the fight that freedom's light

Might shine through the foggy dew


Ah back through the glen, I rode again

And my heart with grief was sore

For I parted then with valiant men

Whom I never shall see no more

But to and fro in my dreams I go

And I kneel and pray for you

For slavery fled, Oh glorious dead

Wen you fell in the foggy dew

27  Follow Me Up To Carlow


Lift, Mac Cahir Og your face, brooding o'er the old disgrace

That black Fitzwilliam stormed your place and drove you to the fern

Grey said victory was sure, soon the firebrand he'd secure

Until he met at Glenmalure Fiach Mac Hugh O'Byrne




      Curse and swear Lord Kildare, Fiach will do what Fiach will dare

      Now Fitzwilliam have a care, fallen is your star low

      Up with Halberd out with sword on we'll go for by the Lord

      Fiach Mac Hugh has given his word, follow me up to Carlow


See the swords of Glen Imall, a flashing o'er the English pale

See all the children of the Gael beneath O'Byrne's banner

Rooster of a fighting stock would yet let a Saxon cock

Crow out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach him manners


Now from Saggart to Clonmore, flows a stream of Saxon gore

And great is Rory Og O'More at sending loons to hades

White is sick and Grey has fled, now for black Fitzwilliam's head

We'll send it o'er dripping red, to Liza and her ladies


28  Forever In My Mind




        O'Hara, Hughes, McCreesh and Sands

        Doherty and Lynch

        McDonnell, Hurson, McIlwee, Devine


Darkened years of winter have passed

Summer waits for Spring before it lives

Blanket clad and wasted, the winter has been long

No gleam of hope a thoughtless nation gives

In silence we walked through the streets

As one by one our hunger strikers died


Their memory is forever in my mind

Pictures of their faces in my eyes

My sorrow and grief will not subside

And my love for them I will not disguise

In silence we walked through the streets

As one by one our hunger strikers died

29  Four Green Fields


What did I have said the fine old woman

What did I have this proud old woman did say

I had four green fields, each one was a jewel

But strangers came and tried to take them from me

I had five strong sons, they fought to save my jewels

They fought and they died and that was my grief said she


Long time ago, said the fine old woman

Long time ago, this proud old woman did say

There was war and death, plundering and pillage

My children starved by mountain, valley and sea

And their wailing cry, it shook the very heavens

And my four green fields, ran red with their blood, said she


What have I now, said the fine old woman

What have I now, this proud old woman did say

I have four green fields, but one of them's in bondage

In strangers hands, that tried to take them from me

But my sons they have sons, as brave as were their fathers

And my four green fields will bloom once again said she

30  Freedom Walk


Cold and dark the morning, just before the dawn

A new day is breaking, our struggle has begun

The people are together, we shall be free

Make this land our homeland, a true democracy


On the road together, walk hand in hand

And ring the bell of justice, over all our land

Let us open every eye, let the people see

What this land our homeland, means to you and me


How far must we travel, till the journey's done

And how far must we struggle, till the fight is won

May we live in peace again, may we live to see

This land of ours our homeland, a true democracy


Come all you lads and lassies, rally to our cause

And seek the abolition, of these old fashioned laws

Let us open every eye, let the people see

What this land our homeland, means to you and me

31  Freedoms' Sons


At Easter Time 1916

When flowers bloom and trees were green

There dawned a day when freedoms' cry

Called out brave men, to fight and die




        They were the men with the vision, the men with the cause

        The men who defied their oppressors' laws

        The men who traded their chains for guns

        Born into slavery they were freedoms' sons


In Dublin town, they fought and died

With Pearse McDermott and McBride

Ourselves alone their battle cry

And freedom sang to the Easter sky


A poet's dream had sparked the flame

A raging fire that soon became

And from that fire held destiny

There rose a Nation, proud and free


Six counties are in bondage still

Those men who died was this their will

Until they're free and oppression cleared

Only then can they rest in peace

32  The Galtee Mountain Boy


I joined the flying column in nineteen and sixteen

In Cork with Sean Moylan, Tipperary with Dan Breen

Arrested by free staters and sentenced for to die

Farewell to Tipperary said the Galtee mountain boy


We went across the valley and o'er the hilltops green

Where we met with Dinny Lacey, Sean Hogan and Dan Breen

Sean Moylan and his gallant men who kept the flag flying high

Farewell to Tipperary said the Galtee mountain boy


We tracked the Dublin mountains we were rebels on the run

Though hunted night and morning we weren't outlaws but free men

We tracked the Wicklow mountains as the sun was shining high

Farewell to Tipperary said the Galtee mountain boy


I bid farewell to old Clonmel that I never more will see

And to the Galtee mountains that oft' times sheltered me

The men who fought for their liberty and died without a sigh

May their cause ne'er be forgotten said the Galtee mountain boy

33   The Gay Galtee Mountains


On the gay Galtee Mountains so far away

I will tell you a story that happened one day

It's about a fair maiden, her age was sixteen

And she sported the colours, white, orange and green


A young British soldier was passing that day

And he spied the fair maiden with colours so gay

He rode along-side her, jumped from his machine

And he tried for to capture the flag of Sinn FÚin


You'll not get these colours, the fair maiden said

You'll not get these colours until I am dead

I'll fight by the Glenside, it remains to be seen

And I'll die for my colours, white, orange and green


'Twas early next morning in Tipperary town

From the gay Galtee Mountains the young maiden came down

She was sick in her heart, it was plain to be seen

For they murdered Tom Ashe for the flag of Sinn FÚin


34  Gibraltar


They flew out of Belfast with an ambitious plan

To continue the struggle to free Ireland

Mairead Farrell, Sean Savage and Daniel McCann

And their blood runs the streets of Gibraltar




        Now sad are three homes in Belfast town

        All Ireland shares your sorrow

        As they walked in the sun cowardly Brits drew their guns

        And their blood runs the streets of Gibraltar


As the SAS sat and watched them, they followed each one

They knew they weren't armed, not one had a gun

We will give them no warning and no chance to run

For all three must die in Gibraltar


The SAS stood there, so proud of their deed

Three more freedom fighters, lay dead in the street

Like the eight Loughall martyrs in ambush did meet

For all three far away in Gibraltar


Mairead, while in prison we watched you with pride

For all you have given and for this you have died

With two fine volunteers Sean and Dan by your side

For all three they fell in Gibraltar


It happens each time, when a volunteer dies

The hiding of the truth it's all covered with lies

But we all know what happened, although it's denied

They planned three deaths in Gibraltar

35  God Save Ireland


High upon the gallows tree swung the noble-hearted Three

By the vengeful tyrant stricken in their bloom

But they met him face to face, with the courage of their race

And they went with souls undaunted to their doom




        "God save Ireland" said the heroes

        "God save Ireland" said they all

        Whether on the scaffold high or the battlefield we die

        Oh, what matter when for Erin dear we fall


Girt around with cruel foes, still their courage proudly rose

For they thought of hearts that loved them far and near

Of the millions true and brave o'er the ocean's swelling wave

And the friends in holy Ireland ever dear


Climb they up the rugged stair, rang their voices out in prayer

Then with England's fatal cord around them cast

Close beside the gallows tree kissed the brothers lovingly

True to home and faith and freedom to the last


Never till the latest day shall the memory pass away

Of the gallant lives thus given for our land

But on the cause must go, amidst joe and weal or woe

Till we make our Isle a nation free and grand

36  Grace


As we gather in the chapel here

In old Kilmainham gaol

I think about, these last few weeks

Oh will they say we failed

From our school days they have told us

We must yearn for liberty

Yet all I want in this dark place

Is to have you here with me




        Oh Grace just hold me in your arms

        And let this moment linger

        They'll take me out at dawn,

        And I must die

        With all my love I place this wedding ring

        Upon your finger

        There won't be time to share our love

        For we must say good-bye


Now I know it's hard for you my love

To ever understand

The love I bear for these brave men

My love for this dear land

But when Connolly called me to his side

Down in the G.P.O.

I had to leave my own sick bed

And to him I did go


Now as the dawn is breaking

My heart is breaking too

On this May morn as I walk out

My thoughts will be of you

And I'll write some words upon the wall

So as everyone will know

I loved so much that I could see

His blood upon the rope

37  The H Block Song


I am A proud young Irish man

In Ulster's hills my life began

Just a happy lad through green fields ran

I kept God's and man's laws

But when my age was barely ten

My country's wrongs were told again

By tens of thousands marching men

And my heart stirred to the cause



        I'll wear no convict's uniform

        Nor meekly serve my time

        That Britain might brand Ireland's fight

        Eight hundred years of crime


I learned of centuries of strife

Of cruel laws, injustice rife

I saw now in my own young life

The fruits of foreign sway

Protestors threatened, tortured, maimed

Divisions nurtured, passions flamed

Outrage provoked, right's cause deflamed

That is the conqueror's way


Decended from proud Connacht clan

Concannon served cruel Britain's plan

Man's inhumanity to man

Had spawned a trusty slave

No strangers are these bolts and locks

No new design these dark H-Blocks

Black Cromwell lives while Mason stalks

The bully taunts the brave


Does Britain need a thousand years

Of protest, riot, death and tears

Or will this past decade of fears

Of eighty decades spell

An end to Ireland's agony

You hope for human dignity

And will the last obsanity

Be this grim H-Block cell

38  Henry Joy


An Ulsterman I'm proud to be

From Antrim's Glens I come

Although I labour by the sea

I have followed flag and drum

I have heard the martial tramp of men

I've seen them fight and die

Ah! lads I well remember when

I followed Henry Joy


I pulled my boat in from the sea

I hid my sails away

I hung my nets upon a tree

And scanned the moonlit bay

The boys were out, the Redcoats too

I bade my wife good-bye

And there beneath the greenwood glade

I followed Henry Joy


Ah, lads, for Ireland's cause we fought

For home and sire we bled

Though our arms were few, our hearts beat true

And five to one lay dead

And many a lassie missed he lad

And mother mourned her boy

For youth was strong in the dashing throng

That followed Henry Joy


In Belfast town they built a tree

And the Redcoats mustered there

I watched him come as the roll of the drum

Sounded on the barrack square

He kissed his sister, went aloft

Then waved a last good-bye

Ah! lads he died, I turned and cried

They have murdered Henry Joy

39  Highland Paddy


One evenin' fair as the sun  was shinin'

To Kilkenny did roam

I did meet with Captain Brady

Tall commander by his side




        Then you are welcome highland Paddy

        By my side you'll surely stand

        Hear the people shout for freedom

        We'll rise in the mornin' with a Fenian band

        Rise in the mornin' with the Fenian band


In the mornin' we rose early

Just before the break of dawn,

Blackbirds singin' in the bushes

Greetings to our smiling


Gather 'round my men of Ireland

Gather Fenians, gather 'round

Hand to hand with sword and musket

Spill their blood upon this holy ground




There's a grave beside the river

A mile outside Kilkenny town

There we laid our noble Captain

Birds were silent when this Fenian died


All my life I will remember

I'll remember night and day

Whence I rode in through Kilkenny

And I heard this noble Captain say




40  Irish Soldier Laddie


One morning in July I was walking through Tipperary

When I heard a battle cry from the mountain over head

I looked up to the sky saw an Irish soldier laddy

He looked at me quite fearlessly and said


Will you stand in the band like a true Irish man

And we'll go and fight the forces of the crown

Will you march with O'Neill through an Irish battle field

For tonight we're gonna free Wexford town


Said I to the soldier lad, will you take me to your captain

For it'd be my pride and joy for to march with you today

My young brother fell at Cork and my son at Enniscorthy

And to your noble captain I will say


I will stand in the band like a true Irish man

I'll go and fight the forces of the crown

I will march with O'Neill through an Irish battle field

For tonight we're gonna free Wexford town


We returned back from the fields in the shadow of the evening

With our banners hanging low to the memory of our dead

We returned back to our homes but without the soldier laddy

But I never will forget those words he said


I will stand in the band like a true Irish man

I'll go and fight the forces of the crown

I will march with O'Neill through an Irish battle field

For tonight we're gonna free Wexford town

41  Irish Ways And Irish Laws


Once upon a time there was

Irish ways and Irish laws

Villages of Irish blood

Waking to the morning

Waking to the morning


Then the Vikings came around

Turned us up and turned us down

Started building boats and towns

They tried to change our living

They tried to change our living


Cromwell and his soldiers came

Started centuries of shame

But they could not make us turn

We are a river flowing

We are a river flowing


Again, again the soldiers came

Burnt our houses stole our grain

Shot the farmers in their fields

Working for their living

Working for their living


Eight hundred years we have been down

The secret of the water sound

Has kept the spirit of a man

Above the pain descending

Above the pain descending


Today the struggle carries on

I wonder will I live so long

To see the gates being opened up

To a people and their freedom

To a people and their freedom


Once upon a time there was

Irish ways and Irish laws

Villages of Irish blood

Waking to the morning

Waking to the morning

42  Ireland's Fight For Freedom


In Ireland's fight for freedom, boys

The North has played her part

And though her day has yet to come

We never yet must part

We'll keep the fight until the end

We know we cannot fail




        And there's the reason why today

        They keep our lads in Crumlin Jail

        So join the fight, you volunteers

        It cannot be denied

        That jail won't break their spirits down

        They'd just as soon have died

        For England knows and England hates

        Our fearless Northern name

        And that's another reason why

        They keep our lads in Crumlin Jail


We give to Ireland Owen Roe

We give them Shane O'Neill

And Tone and Mitchell made a vow

That England still would yield

McKelvey did not die in vain

He was a Northern Gael


McCracken came from Belfast town

McCorry from the Bann

And brave Harry Munro at Ballynahinch

But, for his native land

Tom Williams died on scaffold high

His name shall never fail

43 The Jackets Green


When I was a maiden fair and young

On the pleasant banks of Lee

No bird that in the greenwood sung

Was half so blithe and free

My heart ne'er beat with flying feet

No love sang me his queen

Till down the glen rode Sarsfield's men

And they wore the jackets green


When Sarsfield sailed away I wept

As I heard the wild ochone

I felt, then dead as the men who slept

'Neath the fields of Garryowen

White Ireland held my Donal blessed

No wild sea rolled between

Till I would fold him to my breast

All robed in his Irish green


My soul has sobbed like waves of woe

That sad o'er tombstones break

For I buried my heart in his grave below

For his and for Ireland's sake

And I cry: Make way for the soldier's bride

In your halls of death, sad queen

For I long to rest by my true love's side

And wrapped in the folds of green


I saw the Shannon's purple tide

Roll by the Irish town

As I stood in the breach by Donal's side

When England's flag went down

And now it lowers when I seek the skies

Like a blood red curse between

I weep, but 'tis not women's sighs

Will raise our Irish green


Oh, Ireland, said is thy lonely soul

And loud beats the winter sea

But sadder and higher the wild waves roll

O'er the hearts that break for thee

Yet grief shall come to our heartless foes

And their thrones in the dust be seen

So, Irish Maids, love none but those

Who wear the jackets green

44  James Connolly (1)


A great crowd had gathered outside of Kilmainham

Their heads all uncovered they knelt to the ground

For inside that grim prison lay a brave Irish soldier

His life for his country about to lay down


He went to his death like a true son of Ireland

The firing party he bravely did face

Then the order went out "present arms" and "fire"

James Connolly fell into a ready made grave


The black flag was hoisted the cruel deed was over

Gone was the man who loved Ireland so well

There was many a sad heart in Dublin that morning

When they murdered James Connolly the Irish rebel


God's curse on you England you cruel hearted monster

Your deeds they would shame all the devils in hell

There are no flowers blooming but the shamrock is growing

On the grave of James Connolly the Irish rebel


Many years have rolled by since that Irish rebellion

When the guns of Britannia they loudly did speak

When the bold I.R.A. they stood shoulder to shoulder

As the blood from their bodies flowed down Sackville street


The Four Courts in Dublin the English bombarded

The spirit of freedom they tried hard to quell

But above all the din rose the cry "no surrender"

'Twas the voice of James Connolly the Irish rebel

45  James Connolly (2)


Where oh where is our James Connolly

Where oh where is that gallant man

He's gone to organize the union

That working men might yet be free


And who'll be there to lead the van

Oh, who'll be there to lead the van?

Who should be there but James Connolly

The here of each working man


Who carries high that burning flag

Who carries high that burning flag

'Tis our James Connolly all pale and wounded

Who carries high that burning flag


They carried him up to the jail

They carried him up to the jail

And there they shot him one bright May morning

And quickly led him in his grave


Who mourns now for our James Connolly

Who mourns now for the fighting men

Oh, lay me down in your green garden

And make my bearers Union men


We laid him down in your green garden

With Union men on every side

And swore we'd make one mighty Union

And fill that gallant man with pride


Now all you noble Irishmen

Come join with me for liberty

And we will forge a mighty weapon

And smash the bonds of slavery!


46  Joe McDonnell


Oh, my name is Joe McDonnell from Belfast town I came

That city I will never see again

For 'twas in the town of Belfast I spent many happy days

Oh, I love that town in oh, so many ways

For it was there I spent my childhood, and found for me a wife

I then set out to make for her a life

But all my young ambitions met with bitterness and hate

I soon found myself inside a prison gate




    And you dare to call me a terrorist, while you look down your guns

    When I think of all the deeds that you have done

    You have plundered many nations, divided many lands

    You have terrorised their people you ruled with an iron hand

    And you brought this reign of terror to my land


Through those many months internment in the Maidstone and the Kesh

I thought about my land throughout those days

Why my country was divided why I was now in jail

Imprisoned without crime or without trial

And although I love my country I am not a bitter man

I've seen cruelty and injustice at first hand

So then one fateful morning I shook bold freedom's hand

For right or wrong I tried to free my land


Then one cold October morning, trapped in a lion's den

I found myself in prison once again

I was committed to the H-Blocks for fourteen years or more

On the blanket the conditions they were poor

Then a hunger strike we did commence for the dignity of man

But it seemed to me that no one gave a damn

Ah! but now I am a saddened man I've watched my comrades die

If only people asked or wondered why


May God shine on you Bobby Sands, for the courage you have shown

May your glory and your faith be widely known

And Francis Hughes and Ray McReesh who died unselfishly

And Patsy O'Hara and the next in line is me

And those who lie behind me, may their courage be the same

And I pray to God my life is not in vain

Ah! But sad and bitter was the year of nineteen eighty one

When they think that I have lost and nothing's won



47  Johnson's Motor Car


'Twas down at Branigan's corner one morning I did stray

I met with a fellow rebel and to me he did say

We have orders from the captain to assemble at Dunbar

Oh how are we to get there without a motor car?


Oh Barney dear be of good cheer I'll tell you what we'll do

For the specials they are plentyful and the I.R.A. are few

We'll send a wire to Johnson for to meet us at Drumlar

And we'll give the boys a jolly good ride in Johnson's motor car


When doctor Johnson heard the news he soon put on his shoes

He said this is an urgent case I have no time to lose

He then put on his feathered hat and upon his breast a star

You could hear the din going through Glen Finn of Johnson's motor car


But when he got to the Reelin' bridge the rebels he saw there

Oul Johnson knew the game was up for at him they did stare

He said I have a permit to travel near and far

You can stick your English permit we want your motor car


Well they put that car in motion and filled it to the brim

With guns and bayonets shinning it made old Johnson grim

Then Barney hoisted the Sinn Fein flag and it fluttered like a star

And they gave three cheers for the I.R.A. and Johnson's motor car


What will my loyal brethern think whene'er they hear the news

My car it has been commandeered by the rebels at Dunluise

We'll give you a receipt for it all signed by captain Barr

And when Ireland gets her freedom you'll get your motor car

48  Kevin Barry


In Mountjoy jail one Monday morning

High above the gallows tree

Kevin Barry gave his young life

For the cause of liberty

Just a lad of eighteen summers

Yet there's no one can deny

As he walked to death that morning

He proudly held his head up high


Just before he faced the hangman

In his dreary prison cell

British soldiers tortured Barry

Just because he would not tell

The other names of his brave comrades

And other things they wished to know

Turn informer or we'll kill you

Kevin Barry answered no


Calmly standing to attention

While he bade his last farewell

To his broken-hearted mother

Whose sad grief no one can tell

For the cause he proudly cherished

This sad parting had to be

Then to death walked softly smiling

That old Ireland might be free


Another martyr for old Ireland

Another murder for the crown

Whose brutal laws may kill the Irish

But can't keep their spirits down

Lads like Barry are no cowards

From the foe they will not fly

Lads like Barry will free Ireland

For her sake they'll live and die

49  Lonely Woods Of Upton


Many homes are filled with sorrow and sadness

Many hearts are filled with anguish and with pain

For old Ireland now she hangs her head in mourning

For the men who died at Upton for Sinn Fein




        May the moon shine out tonight along the valley

        Where those men who fought for freedom now are laid

        May they rest in peace those men who died for Ireland

        In the lonely woods of Upton for Sinn Fein


Some were thinking of their mothers, wives and sweet hearts

Some were thinking of their dear old Irish homes

Did they think of how they drilled along the valley

As they marched out from Cork city to their doom


The warning cry rang out "Fix your bayonets"

And those gallant men they fixed them for the fray

Gallantly they fought and died for Ireland

In the lonely woods of Upton far away

50  Long Kesh


There's a place just outside Lisburn it's a place that's known to few

Where a group of Irish rebels are held by Faulkner's crew

They are forced to live in cages like the inmates of Belvue

But the spirit of nineteen sixteen will always see them through


The men in this foul place they come from far and near

Some from the Derry Bogside and Omagh town so near

And some of them from Belfast from the Markets and the Falls

From the narrow streets of Ardoyne and all around Tyrone


On that black day in August when faulkner showed his hand

He thought that by internment he could break our gallant band

But the boys from Ballymurphy how they showed the way that night

And they taught those English soldiers how Irish men could fight


Long Kesh is known to everyone this system must be broke

Ardoyne, the New Lodge and the Falls will see the system choke

And no more no special powers act our feelings will envoke

And Long Kesh will be the U-stone on which the systems broke


A word, you Irish people no matter where you are

Remember our brave rebels in Long Kesh this year

And by severe disobedience and many other ways

We'll make a stand until the day each one of them are free

51  The Loughall Martyrs


I've sung so many songs of fallen heroes

I really thought that I had said it all

But if a song can fill our hearts and raise our spirits

Then we'll sing about our martyrs at Loughgall


When the Irish nation bowed it's head in sorrow

Such savagry this country's seldom known

For Monaghan had lost a gallant soldier

With seven volunteers from green Tyrone



        Oh England do you really think it's over

        If you do you're gonna have to kill us all

        For until you take your murderers out of Ireland

        We will make you rue the blood spilled at Loughgall


It was on a warm and misty Friday evening

The scented apple blossom filled the air

That village street seemed quiet and deserted

But hidden eyes were watching everywhere                        


Oh the digger bomb had only reached it's target

The trap was sprung and gunfire filled the air

The S.A.S. did not want any prisoners

Oh shoot to kill their orders were quite clear


Well they butchered eight brave volunteers that evening

They were kicked and punched in case they were not dead

They dragged them up and down that Armagh village

And they filled their bodies full of British lead


You would think it would teach us all a lesson

At such savagery the whole world was appalled

Oh don't you know that there are twenty more men waiting

For everyone you butchered at Loughgall


Farewell to Paddy Kelly and Jim Lynagh

No more you'll lead your foghting unit forth

Side by side with Padraig McKearney and Tony Gormley

You died to drive the British from the North


Declan Arthurs and the youthful Seamus Donnelly

On that night you were the youngest of them all

Gerry O'Callaghan and the gallantt Eugene Kelly

Oh your blood still stains the pavements at Loughgall

52  The Lurgan Ambush


Lurgan town was rocked with sorrow, on that bleak November day

Hushed tones and tears were mingled as great numbers stopped to pray

For Sean Burns and Eugene Toman, and their driver Gervaise McKerr

Who had just been brutally murdered in an ambush well prepared


Suspect of being Irishmen with no love for the crown

And heedless of the age old call, you croppy boys lie down

They would not lick the British boots, of Ireland they were proud

Though harassed and oft' brow-beaten, they just would not lie down




        But they dared to hold their heads up high

        And never once did fail

        To declare their wish for freedom

        Like true sons of the Gael

        Oh - oh ...........

        Oh - oh ...........


Thus to defire the hearts of evil men who hungered for revenge

So on that bleak November day the three lads were way-laid

Snared and slain by evil men, the forces of the crown

They had dared to flout the order of you croppy boys lie down


As years go rolling by my friends, this tale remember well

We owe it to our children, we owe it to ourselves

We owe it to these young men to rally one and all

And be proud that we are Irish, for they cannot kill us all


The three lie in a soldier's grave, in a church-yard near the town

And if you ever pass this way, don't let your head bow down

But turn your head up heaven's way and say a silent prayer

For Sean Burns and Eugene Toman, and their driver, Gervaise McKerr

53  The Man From Mullingar


You may talk and write and boast about your Fenians and your clans

And how the boys from county Cork beat up the Black and Tans

And view a little codger who came out without a scar

His name was Paddy Mulligan, the man from Mullingar




        The Peelers chased him out from Connemara

        For beating up the valiant scan O'Hara

        And when he came to Ballymote he stole the parson's car

        And he sold it to the Bishop, in the town of Mullingar


        Oh! seven hundred peelers couldn't catch him - Catch him

        The king sent out an order for to lash him - Lash him

        When Patrick came to Dublin town he stole an armoured car

        And he gave it to the I.R.A. Brigade in Mullingar


On Easter Monday morning when the boys declared a sound

Patrick raised the flag of war down in his native town

First he went to make his peace with dear old Father Maher

Then went out and blew the barracks up and wrecked half of Mullingar


And when Ireland takes its place among the nations of the world

A flag of Orange, White and Green to the forewinds is unfurled

You'll read the role of honour and you'll find marked with a star

The name of Sarsfield Mulligan, the Man from Mullingar

54  The Men Behind The Wire




        Armoured cars and tanks and guns

        Came to take away our sons

        But every man will stand behind

        The men behind the wire


Through the little streets of Belfast

In the dark of early morn

British soldiers came maurading

Wrecking little homes with scorn


Heedless of those crying children

Dragging fathers from their beds

Beating sons while helpless mothers

Watched the blood flow from their heads




Not for them no judge nor jury

Nor indeed a crime at all

If being Irish means you're guilty

So we're guilty one and all


'Round the world the truth will echo

Cromwell's men are here again

England's name again is saundered

In the eyes of honest men

55  The Merry Ploughboy


Oh I am a merry ploughboy and I plough the fields by day

'Til a sudden thought came to my mind that I should run away

Well I'm sick and tired of slavery since the day that I was born

So I'm off to join the I.R.A. and I'm off tomorrow morn




        Well we're all off to Dublin in the green in the green

        Where the helmets glisten in the sun

        Where the bayonets clash and the rifles flash

        To the echo of the Thompson gun


I'll leave behind my Mary, she's the girl I do adore

Well I wonder if she'll think of me when she hears the cannons roar

And when this war is over and dear old Ireland's free

I'll take her to the church to wed and a rebels wife she'll be


I'll leave aside my pick and spade and I'll leave aside my plough

And I'll leave aside my old grey mare for no more I'll need them now

I'll take my short revolver and my bandolier of lead

And live or die I can but try to avenge my country's dead

56  My Little Armalite




        It's up in the Bogside that's where I long to be

        Lying in the dark with a provo company

        With a comrade on my left and another one on the right

        And a clip of amunition for my little armalite


When Tuzo came to Belfast says he the battle's won

The generals had told him "Sir!, we have them on the run"

With corporals and privates while on patrol at night

Say remember Narrow Water and the bloody armalite




        Well it's up in old Andytown that's where I long to be ......


I was stopped by a soldier says he you are a swine

He beat me with his batton and he kicked me in the groin

I bared and I scrapped my manners were polite

But all the time I was thinking of my little armalite




        Well it's down in Kilwilkie that's where I long to be ......


57  No Time For Love


You call it the law, we call it apartite, internment, conscription, partition and silence

It's the law that they make to keep you and me where they think we belong

They hide behind steel and bullet-proof glass machine guns and spies

They tell us who suffer the tear gas and torture that we're in the wrong




        No time for love if they come in the mornin'

        No time to show tears or for fears in the mornin'

        No time for goodbye no time to ask why?

        And the sound of the sirens, the cry of the morning


They suffered the torture, they rotted in cells they went crazy, wrote letters and died

The limits of pain they endured but the loneliness got them instead

The courts gave them justice as justice is given by well mannered thugs

Sometimes they fought for the will to survive more times they just wished they were dead


They took away young Francis Hughes and his cousin Tom McIlwee as well

They came for Patsy O'Hara and Bobby Sands and some of his friends

In Boston, Chicago, Saigon, Santiago, Warsaw and Belfast

And places that never make headlines the list never ends


The boys in the blue are only a few of the everyday cops on the beat

The CID, Branchmen, the Blacks and the Gilmores do their jobs as well

Behind them the men who tap phones take photos programme computers and files

And the man who tells them when to come and take you to your cell


Come all you people who give to your sisters and brothers the will to fight on

They say that you can get used to this war that doesn't mean this war isn't on

The fish need the sea to survive just like your comrades need you

And the death squads can only get through to them if first they get through to you

58  The Old Fenian Gun


It hung above the kitchen fire, its barrel long and brown

And one day with a boy's desire, I climbed and took it down

My father's eyes with anger flashed, he cried: "What have you done?

I wish you'd left it where it was - that's my old Fenian gun!"


I fondled it with love and pride, I looked it o'er and o'er

I placed it on my shoulder, and I marched across the floor

My father's anguished softened, and he shared my boyish fun

"Ah, well," he said, "'tis in your breed, like that old Fenian gun"


"I remember '67 well", he said, "when lads like me

All thought we'd strike another blow, to set old Ireland free

But broken were our golden hopes, I was long months on the run

But it did good work for Ireland then - that brown old Fenian gun"


I was down then in Kilmallock - 'twas the hottest fight of all -

And you see" - he bared his arm - "there's the mark still of a ball

I hope the young lads growing now, will hold the ground we won

And not disgrace the cause in which, I held that Fenian gun"


I placed it o'er the fire once more, I heard my father sigh

I knew his thoughts were turning back, on days now long gone by

And then I vowed within my heart, "I'll be my father's son

And if ever Ireland wants my aid, I'll hold a Fenian gun"


That's years ago, I've grown a man, and weathered many a gale

The last long year was spent inside, a gloomy English jail

I've done my part; I do it still, until the fight is won

When Ireland's free we'll bless the men, who held a Fenian gun

59  Old Skibbereen


Oh, father dear I often hear you speak of Erin's Isle

Her lofty scenes and valleys green, her mountains rude and wild

They say it is a lovely land wherein a prince might dwell

Oh, why did you abandon it? the reason to me tell


Oh, son! I loved my native land with energy and pride

Till a blight came o'er my crops - my sheep, my cattle died

My rent and taxes were too high, I could not them redeem

And that's the cruel reason that I left old Skibbereen


Oh, well do I remember the bleak December day

The landlord and the sheriff came to drive us all away

They set my roof on fire with their cursed English spleen

And that's another reason that I left old Skibbereen


Your mother, too, God rest her soul, fell on the snowy ground

She fainted in her anguish, seeing the desolation round

She never rose, but passed away from life to mortal dream

And found a quiet grave, my boy, in dear old Skibbereen


And you were only two years old and feeble was your frame

I could not leave you with my friends you bore your father's name

I wrapped you in my cota mor at the dead of night unseen

I heaved a sigh and bade good-bye, to dear old Skibbereen


Oh, father dear, the day may come when in answer to the call

Each Irishman, with feeling stern, will rally one and all

I'll be the man to lead the van beneath the flag of green

When loud and high we'll raise the cry - Remember Skibbereen

60  On The One Road




        We're on the one road, it may be the wrong road

        We're on the road to God knows where

        We're on the one road, it maybe the wrong road

        But we're together now who cares

        North men south men comrades all

        Dublin, Belfast, Cork and Donegal

        We're on the one road swinging along

        Singing a soldiers song


Tinker, tailor every mother's son

Butcher, baker shouldering his gun

Rich man poor man every man in line

All together just like auld lang syne


Night is darkness just before the dawn

From dissention Ireland is reborn

Soon we'll have united Irish men

Make our land a nation once again

61  Only Our Rivers


When apples still grow in November

When blossoms still bloom in each tree

When leaves are still green in December

It's then that our land will be free


I've wandered her hills and her valleys

And still to my sorrow I see

A land that has never known freedom

And still only our rivers run free


I drink to the death  of her manhood

To those men who would rather have died

Than to live in the cold chains of bondage

Than to bring back their rights 'were denied


Oh where are you now when we need you

What burns where the flame used to be

Are you gone like the snows of last winter

And still only our rivers run free


How sweet is the life but we're crying

How mellow the wine that runs dry

How fragrant the rose but it's dying

How gentle the wind but it sighs


What good is in youth when it's aging

What joy is in eyes that can't see

When there's sorrow in sunshine and flowers

But still only our rivers run free

And sill only our rivers run free

62  Óró Sé Do Bheatha 'Bhaile


Sé do bheatha bhean ba léanmhar

B'é ar greach tú bheith i ngéibheann

Do dhúiche bhreá i seilbh méirleach

's tú díolta leis na Gallaibh




        Oró sé do bheatha 'bhaile

        Oró sé do bheatha 'bhaile             

        Oró sé do bheatha 'bhaile

        'Nois ar theacht an tsamhraidh


Ta Grainne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile

Óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda

Gaeil iad féin 's ní Gaill na Spáinnigh

's cuirfidh siad ruaig ag Ghallaibh


A bhuí le Rí na bhfeart go bhfeiceam

Muna mbeam beo 'na dhiaidh ach seachtain

Gráinne Mhaol is míle gaiscíoch

Ag fógairt fáin ar Ghallaibh

63  Patriot Game


Come all you young rebels and list' while I sing

For the love of ones country is a terrible thing

It banishes fear like the speed of a flame

And it makes us all part of the patriot game


My name is O'Hanlon and I've just gone sixteen

My home is in Monaghan,that's were I was weened

I've learn't all my long life cruel England's to blame

And that's why I'm part of the patriot game


It's barely two years since I've wandered away

With the local battalion of the bold I.R.A

I've read of our heros and wanted the same

To play my own part in the patriot game


This Island of ours has for long been half free

Six counties lie under John Bulls tyranny

And most of our leaders are greatly to blame

For shirking their part in the patriot game


I heard of how Connolly was shot in the chair

His wounds from the battle all bloodly and bare

His fine body twisted all tortured and lame

That soon made me part of the patriot game


And now that I'm dying my body all holes

I think of the traitors who bargained and sold

And I wish that my riffle had given the same

To the quislings who sold out the patriot game

64  Provo Lullabye


Go to sleep my weary provo

Let the time go drifting by

Oh can't you hear the bullets humming

That's a provo's lullabye


I know your clothes are torn and ragged

And your hair is turning grey

Someday you'll die and go to heaven

And and you'll find peace again someday


So go to sleep my weary provo

Let the time go drifting by

Oh can't you hear the Mark 12's hummin'

That's a provo's lullabye


Well you know the peelers they give you trouble

They cause trouble everywhere

Someday you'll die and go to heaven

And there'll be no black bastards there


So go to sleep my weary provo

Let the time go drifting by

Oh can't you hear the up and unders

That's a provo's lullabye


Well you know the screws they give you trouble

They cause trouble everywhere

Someday you'll die and go to heaven

And there'll be no screw bastards there

So go to sleep my weary provo

Let the time go drifting by

Oh can't you hear the thousand pounders

That's a provo's lullabye


Well you know the Loyalists they give you trouble

They cause trouble everywhere

Someday you'll die and go to heaven

And there'll be no Orange bastards there


So go to sleep my weary provo

Let the time go drifting by

Oh can't you hear the barrack busters

That's a provo's lullabye


Well you know wee Sammy he gives you trouble

Wilson he causes trouble everywhere

Someday you'll die and go to heaven

And there'll be no fuckin' councilor there


So go to sleep my weary provo

Let the time go drifting by

Oh can't you hear the border sniper

That's a provo's lullabye

65  The Rifles Of The IRA


In nineteen hundred and sixteen the forces of the crown

For to capture orange, white and green bombarded Dublin town

But in twenty one, Britannia's sons began to earn their pay

When the Black and Tans like lightening ran from the rifles of the IRA


They burned their way through Munster, laid Leinster on the rack

Through Connacht and through Ulster marched the men in brown and black

Well they cut down wives and children in their own heroic way

But the Black and Tans like lightening ran from the rifles of the IRA


They hanged young Kevin Barry high a lad of eighteen years

Cork city's flames lit up the sky but our brave boys knew no fear

The Cork brigade with hand grenades in ambush waiting lay

When the Black and Tans like lightening ran from the rifles of the IRA


The Tans were taken out and shot by a brave and fearless few

Sean Tracey, Dinny Lacey and Tom Barry's famous crew

We're not free yet but we won't forget until our dying day

How the Black and Tans like lightening ran from the rifles of the IRA


66 The Rising Of The Moon


Oh then, tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so?

Hush, me buachaill, hush and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow

I bear orders from the captain - get you ready quick and soon

For the pikes must be together at the risin' of the moon


Oh then, tell me Sean O'Farrell, where the gath'rin' is to be?

In the old spot by the river, right well known to you and me

One word more - for signal token, whistle up the marchin' tune

With your pike upon your shoulder, by the risin' of the moon


Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through that night

Many a manly heart was throbbing for the blessed warning light

Murmurs passed along the valleys, like the banshee's lonely croon

And a thousand blades were flashing at the risin' of the moon


There, beside the singing river, that dark mass of men were seen

Far above the shining weapons hung their own beloved green

Death to every foe and traitor! Forward! Strike the marchin' tune

And hurray, me boys, for freedom; 'tis the risin' of the moon


Well they fought for poor old Ireland, and full bitter was their fate

Oh what glorious pride and sorrow fills the name of Ninety-Eight

Yet, thank God e'en still are beating hearts in manhood's burning noon

Who would follow in their footsteps at the risin' of the moon

67  Rockall


Oh the empire she is finished no foreign lands to steal

So the greedy eye of England is turning towards the sea

Two hundred miles off Donegal there's a place that's called Rockall

Where the groping hands of Whitehall are grabbing at its wall




       So rock on Rockall you'll never fall to Britains greedy hands

       For you'll meet the same resistance as you did in many lands

       Where the seagulls will rise above your eyes

       And the waters crush your  shell

       And the natural gas will burn your ass and blow you all to hell


Oh, this rugged part of Ireland sure it's written in folklore

When Finn McCool took a sod of grass and he tossed it o'er the shore

Oh, he threw a peeble across the sea, wherever did it fall

Oh, the sod became the Isle of Man, the peeble called Rockall


Well the sea's will not be silent while Britania rules the waves

And remember that the Irish will no longer be your slaves

Oh remember that Britania well you rule the waves no more

So keep your hands of Rockall it's Irish to the core

68  Roll Of Honour




        Read the roll of honour, for Irelands' bravest men

        We must be united in memory of the ten

        England you're a monster, don't think that you have won

        We will never be defeated, while Ireland has such sons


In those dreary H-Block cages, ten brave young Irishmen lay

Hungering for justice, while their young lives ebb away

For their right as Irish soldiers, and to free our native land

They stood beside their leader, the gallant Bobby Sands


Now they mourne Hughes in Bellaghy, Ray McReesh in Armagh's hills

In those narrow streets of Derry, they miss O'Hara still

They so proudly gave their young lives, to break britania's hold

Their names shall be remembered, as history unfolds




Through the war torn streets of Ulster, the black flags did sadly wave

To salute ten Irish martyrs, the bravest of the brave

Joe McDonnell, Martin Hurson, Kevin Lynch, Kieran Docherty

They gave their lives for freedom, with Thomas McIllwee


Michael Devine from Derry, you were the last one to die

With your nine brave companions, a martyr dead you lie

Your souls cry out "Remember, our deaths were not in vain

Fight on and make our homeland a nation once again"


69  The Sea Around Us


They say that the lakes of Killarney are fair

That no stream like the Liffey can ever compare

If it's water you want you'll find nothing more rare

Than the stuff they make down by the ocean




        The sea, oh, the sea is the gradh geal mo croide

        Long may it stay between England and me

        It's a sure guarantee that some hour we'll be free

        Oh, thank God, we're surrounded by water


Tom Moore made his Waters meet fame and renoun

A great lover of anything dressed in a crown

In brandy the bandy old Saxon he'd drown

But throw ne'er a one in the ocean


The Scots have their whiskey, the Welsh have their speech

And their poets are paid about tenpence a week

Provided no hard words on England they speak

Oh Lord, what a price for devotion


The Danes came to Ireland with nothing to do

But dream of the plundered old Irish they slew

"Yeh will in your vikings" said Brian Boru

And threw them back into the ocean


Two foreign old monarchs in battle did join

Each wanting their head on the back of a coin

If the Irish had sense they'd drowned both in the Boyne

And Partition thrown into the ocean


70  Sean Sabhat


'Twas on a dreary new years eve as the shades of night came down

A lorry load of volunteers approached the border town

There we're men from Dublin and from Cork Fermanagh and Tyrone

But their leader was a Limerick man, Sean Sabhat from Garryowen


And as they moved along the street up to the barracks door

They scorned the danger they might meet their fate that lay in store

They were fighting for old Ireland's cause to claim their very own

And the foremost of that gallant band was Sabhat from Garryowen


But the sergeant foiled the daring plan he spied them through the door

The sten guns and the rifles crashed a hail of death did pour

And when that awful night had past two men lay as cold as stone

There was one from near the border and one from Garryowen


No more he'll hear the seagulls cry over the murmuring Shannon tide

For he fell beneath a Northern sky brave Hanlon by his side

They have gone to join that gallant band of Plunkett, Pearse and Tone

Another martyr for old Ireland, Sean Sabhat from Garryowen

71  Show Me The Man


Show me the man who does not love the land where he was born

Who does not look upon it with pride no matter how for long

I only know that I love mine and long again to see

Invaders driven from our shores and old Ireland once more free




        Let friends all stand against me

        Let the foe say what the will

        For my heart lies in my country

        And I love old Ireland still


There is not an Irish man today who would ever wish to roam

Onto a foreign land to toil if he could stay at home

So give us back our liberty let our banners be unfold

And Ireland and her sons will prove to be a credit to the world


72  Take It Down From The Mast




        Take it down from the mast, Irish traitors

        It's the flag we Republicans claim

        It can never belong to Free Staters

        For you've brought on us nothing but shame


Why not leave it to those who are willing

To uphold it in War and in Peace

To the men who intend to do killing

Until England's tyrannies cease


You have murdered our brave Liam and Rory

You have slaughtered young Richard and Joe

Your hands with their blood is still gory

Fulfilling the work of the foe


Why not leave it to those who are willing

To uphold it in War and in Peace

To the men who intend to do killing

Until England's tyrannies cease

73  Terrorist Or Dreamer


In Sackville street, the curfew drove, the restless out of sight

The Black and Tans marched up and down,the moon shone cold and bright

The shot was like a whip crack, pulled the first man of his feet

He died on bloody cobble stones, while his comrades combed the street


They called up reinforcements, pulled the people from their beds

They were screaming,get the bastards,but t'was fear was in their heads

And they found him in a cellar, he was only seventeen

But he was fighting for his country, dying for the green


The sergeant dragged him by the hair, and beat him to the ground

Into this young man's body, he emptied every round

"Come out and take a look" he cried, as he marched his troops away

They went into stoney silence, such a price to have to pay

Some knelt and prayed beside him, but it's too late anyhow

They said he was a rebel then, he's a hero now


In sixty sixty this country sang, the praises of the dead

We didn't call them rebels then, we used patriot instead

On every household t.v. screen, we saw how hard they fought

How they spilled their life's blood, how freedom had been bought


The garden gates were opened up to silent motorcades

Cannons boomed and flags unfurled, solemn wreaths were laid

Prayers for those departed, were called for loud and clear

For those who had been outlawed, Ah!, but that was another year

The veterans lined up stiff and proud, their white hair ruled the wind

With their pride pinned to their gaberdeens

And their thoughts upon their friends

And bitter the wounds burst open, and the scars of history

Were flying into our faces, in stark reality

Just up the road from Sackville street, but things are different now

They said he was a rebel then, he's a hero now


Along the falls road the soldiers push, their glances left and right

Kids of the English working class, soldiers overnight

Tossed into the melting pot of bloody war and strife

Never understanding and fearing for their lives


Outside the Glen road brewery, a bomb takes two away

The bombers work is over he's finished for the day

The terrorist or dreamer, the savage or the brave

It depends whose vote you're trying to catch, whose face you're trying to save


There's tea and cakes in Downing street, whispers in the hall

Let's move to cure Rhodesia now, our backs are to the wall

And there's panic down in Leinster house where words are seldom scarce

Send someone to Glasnevin quick to remember Patrick Pearce

Once more his crucifixion, it seems a lie somehow

They said he was a rebel then, he's a hero now

74  The Town I Love So Well


In my memory I will always see

The town that I have loved so well

Where the school played ball by that old gas-yard wall

And we laughed through the smoke and the smell

Going home in the rain, running up the dark lane

Past the jail and down behind the fountain

Those were happy days in so many, many ways

In the town I loved so well


In the early morning the shirt factory horn

Called women from Creggan, the Moor and the Bog

While the men on the dole, played the mothers role

Fed the children and then walked the dog

And when times got rough, there was just about enough

But they saw it through without complaining

For deep inside was a burning pride

For the town I loved so well


There was music there in the Derry air

Like a language that we could all understand

I remember the day when I earned my first pay

When I played in a small pick-up band

There I spent my youth and to tell you the truth

I was sad to leave it all behind me

For I'd learnt about life and found me a wife

In the town I loved so well


But when I returned, how my eyes were burned

To see how a town could be brought to its knees

By the armoured cars and the bombed out bars

And the gas that hangs on to every breeze

Now the army's installed by that old gas-yard wall

And that damned barbed wire gets higher and higher

With their tanks and their guns, oh my God what have they done?

To the town I love so well


Now the music's gone, but they still carry on

Though their spirit's been bruised, never broken

They will not forget, for their hearts are set

On tomorrow and peace once again

For what's done is done and what's won is won

And what's lost is lost and gone forever

I can only pray for a bright and brand new day

In the town I love so well

75  Three Flowers


One time when walking down a lane, as night was drawing nigh

I met a coleen with three flowers, and she more young than I

Saint Patrick bless you dear said I, if you'll be quick to tell

The place where you did find those flowers, I seem to know so well


She took a flower and kissed it once, and softly said to me

This flower I found in Thomas street, in Dublin fair said she

It's name is Robert Emmet, it's the youngest flower of all

And I keep it fresh beside my breast, though all the world should fall


She took a flower and kissed it twice, and softly said to me

This flower comes from the Antrim hills, outside Belfast said she

The name I call it is Wolfe Tone, the greatest flower of all

And I keep it fresh beside my breast, though all the world should fall


She took a flower and kissed it thrice, and softly said to me

This flower comes from the Wicklow hills, its name is Dwyer said she

And Emmet, Tone and Dwyer, for I do love them all

And keep them fresh beside my breast, though all the world should fall


76 The Time Has Come


The time has come to part my love

I must go away

I leave you now my darlin' girl

No longer can I stay

My heart like yours is breaking

Together we'll prove strong

The road I take will show the world

The suffering that goes on


The gentle clasp that holds my hand

Must loosen and let go

Please help me through the door

Though instinct tells you no

Our vow it is eternal

And will bring you dreadful pain

But if our demands aren't recognised

Don't call me back again



How their sorrow touched us all

In those final days

When it was time she held the door

And touched his sallow face

The flame he lit by leaving

Is still burning strong

By the light it's plain to see

The suffering still goes on



The time has come to part my love

I must go away

I leave you now my darlin' girl

No longer can I stay

77  The Two Brendans


I'll tell a tale of gallant men

Who in the hills of Crossmaglen

Became a living legend in their day

With their daring deeds in freedoms fight

Shone like a beacon in the night

Where Harvey and McVerry showed the way




        A song can't bring them back again

        Or heal the wounds or soothe the pain

        A song can only keep alive their names

        Of gallant women and of men

        Whose lives consumed in the freedoms flame

        And we owe that much to Moley and to Burns


A pall of smoke rose o'er the land

Where cruel fate had played it's hand

The two Brendans would've chose no other way

They died the way they'd want to go

In action against the British foe

They lived and died to serve the I.R.A.


In Crossmaglen and Dromintee

We keep alive their memory

In Silverbridge we speak their names with pride

From Dorsey down to Keady town

Through generations we'll pass on

Their exploits and the Cause for which they died


We're a special kind of people here

We breed defiance never fear

And we'll still be here when the tide against England turns

For in our hearts we know we're right

We never will give up the fight

For we owe that much to Moley and to Burns


78   The West's Awake


When all beside a vigil keep

The West's asleep, the West's asleep

Alas and well may Erin weep

While Connacht lies in slumber deep

There lake and plain smile fair and free

'Mid rocks, their guardian chivalry

Sing Oh! let man learn liberty

From crashing wind and lashing sea


That chainless wave and lovely land

Freedom and nationhood demand

Be sure the great God never planned

For slumbering slaves a home so grand

And long a brave and haughty race

Honoured and sentineled the place

Sing Oh!, not even their sons' disgrace

Can quite destroy their glory's trace


For often in O'Connors van

To triumph dashed each Connacht clan

And fleet as deer the Normans ran

Through Corrisliabh Pass and Ardrahan

And later times saw deeds as brave

And glory guards Clanricard's grave

Sing Oh!, they died their land to save

At Aughrim's slopes on Shannon's wave


And if when all a vigil keep

The West's asleep, the West's asleep

Alas! and well may Erin weep

That Connacht lies in slumber deep

But hark! a voice like thunder spake

The West's awake! the West's awake!

Sing Oh! hurrah! let England quake

We'll watch till death for Erin's sake

79  Women Of Ireland


Women, women of Ireland your glory's in the shade

Your dreams they have gone, and decayed

The deeds you have done, they all went unsung

By no bard or no one

For without you there is nothing

Except love songs in the wind

And all of your struggles and dispair

And there were castles in the air




        Shout it, from every mountain, from every mountain on high

        And the four winds will sigh

        For Ireland, Ireland's your glory, and your monument's built

        On your sorrow and pain

        For if ever the seas and the oceans run dry

        Tears of struggles and of joy

        And all of your sadness and your pain

        Would fill the oceans up again


Daughters, daughters of Erin, to the Cumann na mBan

Your dream was to see Ireland free through agrarian struggles

Were determined to win and from there to begin

There you were dressed for rebellion

But your beauty could not not hide

Your sorrow and suffering and dispair

And there were castles in the air


Women, women of courage, you suffered in your silence

You kept Ireland's spirit alive you were imprisoned

Your people enchained but you never gave in

In troubled days of old Ireland

You were the brave ones who fought

Through oppression and famine and dispair

And there were castles in the air

80  Wrap the green flag round me, boys


Wrap the green flag round me, boys

To die were far more sweet

With Erin's noble emblem, boys

To be my winding sheet

In life I loved to see it wave

And follow were it led

But now my eyes grow dim - my hand

Would grasp its last bright shred




        Then wrap the green flag round me, boys

        To die were far sweet

        With Erin's noble emblem, boys

        To be my winding sheet


And I had hoped to meet you, boys

On many a well-fought field

When to our sacred banner, boys

The traitorous foe would yield

But now, alas! I am denied

My dearest earthly prayer

You'll follow and you'll meet the foe

But I shall not be there


But though my body moulders, boys

My spirit will be free

And every comrade's honour, boys

Will yet be dear to me

And in the thick and bloody fight

Let not your courage lag

For I'll be there and hovering near

Around the dear old flag