Son of Ireland

I woke up in my cell today, 4 walls where I’m confined

With shackles on my wrists and feet, they cannot chain my mind

For i was born a patriot of scholars and of saints

I'll be a Son of Ireland, until my dying day.

Born unto a father who would work until his hands bled

I watched those warcat soldiers remove him from his bed

and fill him full of rounds until they left him where he lay

He was a Son of Ireland until his dying day

I think of my poor brother who gave his life to free

The people of his home where he grew up just him and me

and I weep because I cannot go and sit beside his grave

He was a Son of Ireland until his dying day

To all my active comrades so fearless volunteers

Your names and acts of defiance will whisper through the years

They rid our land of iron hands is what the youth will say

Oh you all were Sons of Ireland until your dying day

And all the men that went before from Connolly to Sands

We did our best to insure your names would always last

From the GPO and Four Courts to the H blocks where you lay,

You all were Sons of Ireland until your dying day

They opened up my cell today to find it was my last

For in the night I passed away of skin and bone and rags

and I spoke to God and he told me Son there's one thing left to say

You were a Son of Ireland , today's your dying day.