Chorus x2 Hear it ring on the air,It's the voice of my country so fair Cant you feel ,cant you see ,Irish men will set them free
1.In the jail that held McSweeney In the prison where he died Lies the daughters of old Ireland And they fill my heart with pride For I know that England wishes That we'd let them die alone But all the voices of dear old Ireland Cries for us to bring them home
Chorus Hear it ring on the air,It's the voice of my country so fair Cant you feel ,cant you see ,Irish men will set them free
2.T'was the love of dear old Ireland Brought them to a prison hell But the ghosts of Pearse and Connolly Filled their lonely prison cell Clarke and Plunkett stand beside them McDonagh McDermot and Wolfe Tone And all the voices of old Ireland Cry for us to bring them home
Chorus Hear it ring on the air,It's the voice of my country so fair Cant you feel ,cant you see ,Irish men will set them free
3.So I pray young men of Ireland Dont betray our daughters true Proudly stand behind our heroes Lest they die for me and you Though the tyrant would deny us We can break their hearts of stone And all of Ireland will be singing When we bring our daughters home
Chorus x2 Hear it ring on the air,It's the voice of my country so fair Cant you feel ,cant you see ,Irish men will set them free
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