There They Lie Where They Died
There they lie where they died
At Drumkeeran with the French on the march
In the Irish rising of 98
Names unknown, now forgotten
But a sign makes the spot
Of these unfortunates and their fate.
Oh such dreams, such romance
Of those there who died
That this land may be free
Did they think, if they could see
What of it would become
Would they in uniform be?
Then the slevven for money
His homeland betrayed
Today it is much the same
Its not the landlord, but the banks
Irish ludges and Irish laws cast Irishment to the road,
Take their homes without shame!