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Published on Jul 18, 2009
I'll sing you a song of a row in the town, When the green flag went up and the Crown flag came down, 'Twas the neatest and sweetest thing ever you saw, And they played that great game they called Erin Go Bragh.
God bless gallant Pearse and his comrades who died Tom Clark, MacDonagh, MacDiarmada, McBride, And here's to James Connolly who gave one hurrah, And faced the machine guns for Erin Go Bragh.
Now one of our leaders was down in Ring's end, For the honour of Ireland to hold and defend, He had no veteran soldiers but volunteers raw, Playing sweet Mauser music for Erin Go Bragh.
Old Ceannt and his comrades like lions at bay, From the South Dublin Union poured death and dismay, But what was then often the entaylors men saw All the dead karki soldiers on Erin Go Bragh.
A great foreign captain was raving that day, Saying, "Give me one hour and I'll blow you away," But a big Mauser bullet got stuck in his jaw, And he died of lead poisoning on Erin Go Bragh.
A glory to Dublin, and to her we renown, In the long generations her fame will go down, And our children will tell how their forefathers saw, The red blaze of freedom in Erin Go Bragh.