BRING THEM HOME

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 weīd let them die alone
But the voice of dear old Ireland
Cries for us to bring them home

Hear it ring on the air
Itīs the voice of my country so fair
Canīt you feel canīt 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
Donīt 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


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