God Save Ireland-Original Folk Songs & Irish Ballad Variations

God Save Ireland

Through a warren of rooms you led the charge, twenty five wounds you did sustain
cut off from your unit and in pain

But steely determination kept you propped against the wall, Peter the Painter clutched in hand


And God Save Ireland, God Save Ireland

 

In a pool of blood you held them off, singing through bullet and shrapnel wounds
taunting the Crown to come fight you


And God Save Ireland, God Save Ireland

Come ye cowards till I get one shot, fire at will everything you can
cause I’m not dead yet, just a wounded man


And God Save Ireland, God Save Ireland

 

Devoted to your people, you excelled at everything, that was good for our freedom

No need to drink, or smoke, or swear, always keep your vision clear, fight and protect all that you care


And God Save Ireland, God Save Ireland

Cathal O'Briain © 2011