(Andy M. Stewart)
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 men of vision built a dream which the blind men stole away
Oh 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 friendship clasp a hand
If we banish fright from the Ulster night then we'll free old Ireland
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