They Wounded Old Ireland (Mark Westphal) Come gather 'round you freeborn men And draw your chairs to mine. And I'll tell you of my country, That you might understand. And of the English armies, That marched in for to stay. Oh that night they wounded Old Ireland, And she's bleeding to this day. Their dogs of war were loosed to run And hunt the rebels down They hoped to rule this land by fear And hold it for the Crown But a mighty thought was born in Men When they killed James Connely Oh that night they wounded Old Ireland And she's bleeding to this day. The Border lies like an open wound That only love can heal For bitterness and cruelty They will never close the weal The mean of vision built a dream Which the blind men stole away Ah that night they wounded old Ireland And she's bleeding to this day. My heart it holds a vision clear That thousands more can see Of Ireland free from hatred And death and bigotry Where Irishman to Irishman Can in friends clasp a hand If we banish fright from the Ulster night Then we'll free Old Ireland. Copyright Mark Westphal MW oct97
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