Come gather 'round you freeborn men
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And draw your chairs to mine.
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And I'll tell you of my country,
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That you might understand.
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And of the English armies,
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That marched in for to stay.
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Oh that night they wounded Old Ireland,
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And she's bleeding to this day.
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Their dogs of war were loosed to run
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And hunt the rebels down
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They hoped to rule this land by fear
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And hold it for the Crown
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But a mighty thought was born in Men
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When they killed James Connolly
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Oh that night they wounded Old Ireland
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And she's bleeding to this day.
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The Border lies like an open wound
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That only love can heal
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For bitterness and cruelty
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They will never close the weal
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The mean of vision built a dream
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Which the blind men stole away
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Ah that night they wounded old Ireland
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And she's bleeding to this day.
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My heart it holds a vision clear
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That thousands more can see
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Of Ireland free from hatred
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And death and bigotry
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Where Irishman to Irishman
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Can in friends clasp a hand
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If we banish fright from the Ulster night
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Then we'll free Old Ireland.
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They Wounded Old Ireland
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Andy M. Stewart |