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
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