To Hell or to Connaught

We fled for our lives on a winter's eve

Cold but unheeded, we left with speed

The roundheads they had come this night

Our gallant people ? But blood in sight

If we were to barter for our lives

We would wind up dead

This is the land where I was born and bred

Am I a coward to avoid being dead ?

These are the words of our forefathers

Long ago, in a time of fear

They say "what giveth returns time thee"

Now in this age, we will wait and see

Condemn what you will in this war of worlds

Shout if you want amid peaceful slurs

But how do you stop a charging bull

With horns of steel and a desire to cull ?