Men and boys of every age came down to take a stand
Led by women proud and strong, they called a doom and a bann
And on the day the good Lord rose to save us from our sins
We stood as one, our hearts combined, let liberty begin
And the shells that go above our heads, the bullets they pass us by
And practicing peace, we stood in strife, said liberty or die
For centuries they held us down, but change was coming fast
England were distracted by the wars in Belgium and France
We called on those sick heroes from 1798
When Wolfe Tone and McCracken, they died for an Irish state
And the shells that go above our heads, the bullets they pass us by
And practicing peace, we stood in strife, said liberty or die
And the shells that go above our heads, the bullets they pass us by
They brought these sixteen thousand men, they virtually wore us down
They took our leaders, all sixteen, who taught and fought and bled
They lined them up on the barracks wall, shot them in the head
And the shells that go on above our heads
The bullets they burst and fly
And patching pieces to these grounds
And letting it go by
Fuck the crown of William Low
And fuck the black and tans
If England hadn't thieved our land
We wouldn't be taking this down
For centuries we've been shot on
Controlled and beaten down
But here we are, we take our stand
Right here in Dublin town
And the shells that go on above our heads
The bullets they blast and fly
And patching pieces to these grounds
And letting it go by
They shot for Patrick Kelly
And left him in the cold
He died crying for his mother
He was only ten years old
Led by women proud and strong, they called a doom and a bann
And on the day the good Lord rose to save us from our sins
We stood as one, our hearts combined, let liberty begin
And the shells that go above our heads, the bullets they pass us by
And practicing peace, we stood in strife, said liberty or die
For centuries they held us down, but change was coming fast
England were distracted by the wars in Belgium and France
We called on those sick heroes from 1798
When Wolfe Tone and McCracken, they died for an Irish state
And the shells that go above our heads, the bullets they pass us by
And practicing peace, we stood in strife, said liberty or die
And the shells that go above our heads, the bullets they pass us by
They brought these sixteen thousand men, they virtually wore us down
They took our leaders, all sixteen, who taught and fought and bled
They lined them up on the barracks wall, shot them in the head
And the shells that go on above our heads
The bullets they burst and fly
And patching pieces to these grounds
And letting it go by
Fuck the crown of William Low
And fuck the black and tans
If England hadn't thieved our land
We wouldn't be taking this down
For centuries we've been shot on
Controlled and beaten down
But here we are, we take our stand
Right here in Dublin town
And the shells that go on above our heads
The bullets they blast and fly
And patching pieces to these grounds
And letting it go by
They shot for Patrick Kelly
And left him in the cold
He died crying for his mother
He was only ten years old
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