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Young Ireland




Young Ireland                      November 3, 2016




They have killed our heroes and many more

The planters came to Ireland's shore

Taken from our life at the prime time of their life

Not allowed to happen in free lands, the murder and the strife

Kill a countries future, the planters did not care

Cromwell like Thatcher have many crimes to share

Kill the Irish, spare the gun, spoil the child

Steal my land, steal my feelings, kill a child

Young Ireland watched their heroes die

We learned the lesson, we're proud to cry

Young Ireland want their country, revolution is on the way

Wolfetone and Connolly will have their way

Our day will come is what they say

Young Ireland means freedom today

Our country was raped by the planters that came

Young Ireland's message is the "Patriot Game"

Go on home British soldiers, go home now

Go home to unemployment, or we will show you how

This land belongs to Ireland and we mean thirty two

Take your union jack from my country, this means you

Young Ireland will walk in freedoms way

Young Ireland will be free, our day has come at last

They have killed our heroes and many more

The planters came to Ireland's shore




Gerrard McGeachy






 


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