Տաքություն ունեցած ժամանակ գինի հառռռբելն ու երգեր երգելն մի այլ կայֆ ա)))

In the jail that held Mc Swiney
In the prison where he died
Lies two 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 the voice of dear old Ireland
Cries for us to bring them home

Hear it ring on the air
It's the voice of my country so fair
Can't you feel can't you see
The IRA will set them free

Twas 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
Mc Donagh Mc Dermott and Wolfe Tone
And all the voices of old Ireland
Cry for us to bring them home

So I pray you men of Ireland
Don't betray our daughters true
Proudly stand beside 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

Մի քիչ молодежная-террористическая ստացվեց (ալյա «Jingle Bombs»), բայց դե)))