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

Irishmen will set them free



In the jail that held Mc Sweeney

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

Irishmen 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

McDonagh, McDermott and Wolfe Tone

And all the voices of old Ireland

Cry 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

Irishmen will set them free



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