The non locals hide their tears of regret They hear us coming and we never forget Why come here for them it's too late The slibhin in office wants us all gone Line their pockets leaving misery behind Corruption of children by childless men No one to answer to it's just their game Time to rebel like our martyrs of old Our blood rising we can't take any more When looking back when it's all done Will you be proud of the side you were on Author Patrick Conlan
Celtic Mythology and History Of Ireland Story's & Poems