How Lucky Are We
“Was it for this the Wild Geese fled?”
Poor Irish – how lucky are we
In these modern times, in our land all see
We are looked down on by our own
Like those who looked up to the throne
Who ruled us before
Who rule us no more.
We fought them and won
Blood spilled by sword and by gun
In freedom declared we believed
Fought for and achieved
As Ireland now has freedom
To look down upon its own as if still in serfdom