Bring Them Home
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| In the jail that held Mc Swiney In the prison where he died Lies two daughters of old Ireland And they fill my heart with pride For I know that England wishes That we�d let them die alone But the voice of dear old Ireland Cries for us to bring them home Hear it ring on the air It�s the voice of my country so fair Can�t you feel can�t you see Irishmen will set them free Twas the love of dear old Ireland Brought them to a prison hell But the ghosts of Pearse and Connolly Filled their lonely prison cell Clarke and Plunkett stand beside them Mc Donagh Mc Dermott and Wolfe Tone And all the voices of old Ireland Cry for us to bring them home So I pray you men of Ireland Don�t betray our daughters true Proudly stand beside our heroes Lest they die for me and you Though the tyrant would deny us We can break their hearts of stone And all of Ireland will be singing When we bring our daughters home This page has been viewed 2662 times This material might be copyrighted. |
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