ANDY M. STEWART - THEY WOUNDED OLD IRELAND lyrics

rate me

Come gather 'round you freeborn men

And draw your chairs to mine.

And I'll tell you of my country,

That you might understand.

And of the English armies,

That marched in for to stay.

Oh that night they wounded Old Ireland,

And she's bleeding to this day.

Their dogs of war were loosed to run

And hunt the rebels down

They hoped to rule this land by fear

And hold it for the Crown

But a mighty thought was born in Men

When they killed James Connolly

Oh that night they wounded Old Ireland

And she's bleeding to this day.

The Border lies like an open wound

That only love can heal

For bitterness and cruelty

They will never close the weal

The mean of vision built a dream

Which the blind men stole away

Ah that night they wounded old Ireland

And she's bleeding to this day.

My heart it holds a vision clear

That thousands more can see

Of Ireland free from hatred

And death and bigotry

Where Irishman to Irishman

Can in friends clasp a hand

If we banish fright from the Ulster night

Then we'll free Old Ireland.