When The Bullets They Were Flying
When the bullets they were flying
When the hunger strikers were dying
Every one of them were trying
To break down the IRA.
Now that the peace is made
Of dying they need not be afraid
In uniform they as charlatans parade
Every one is a rebel today.
If, back in 1916
They then living had been
They’d oppose the rebels and cheer the queen
The sleveens who at soldiering play.