F. OŽDonovan

We're on the one road
Sharing the one load
We're on the road to god knows where
We're on the one road
It may be the wrong road
But we're together, now who cares ?
North men, south men, comrades all
Dublin, Belfast, Cork or Donegal
We're on the one road swingin' along
Singing a soldier's song

Though we've had our troubles now and then
Now is the time to make them up again
Sure aren't we all Irish anyhow ?
Now is the time step together now

Tinker, tailor, every (mother's son)
Butcher, baker - shoulder in his gun
A rich man, the poor man, every man in line
All together just like auld langsyne

Night is darkest just before the dawn
From dissensions Ireland is reborn
Soon we're all United Irishmen
Make our land a nation once again


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