Single Male Voice:

Am                                                   G

I had a wife, three children, and a farm to call my own

                                                                   C                          E

Til foreigners came to take my land and burn me from my home.

          Am                                                     G                        D

They told me I could not gae to church or wear my native green

                                                     E                        Am

And they branded me a rebel so now I'm seldom seen.

Three Male Voices:

But my name is Pat and Sean and Mike and I'm still a native son

And Ireland's still my home sweet home; I'll not softly pass Her on

To English or to others who may think they have a right

But they've not yet understood Her sons and so must stand and fight.

Three Female Voices:

My name is Mary, Bridget, Faith, and I've raised Her native sons

And when they suffered from the wars, they weren't the only ones.

For we raised their children and tended farms, we were left to carry on

And even if they kill the men, they'll know the Irish aren't all gone.

All Voices:

So now they brings their guns and tanks; they say that it's a war.

They tell us that they're fighting back, but they don't say what for.

For Ireland is our native land and we're Her native ones.

And when the fight is o'er, our country will be one.