Irish traditional song lyrics — collected by Beer Belly Band.
Come and sit my little son upon you daddy’s knee
You’re almost ten and you’re growing up in a land so wide and free
You asked me just this afternoon about the land we left far behind
And why we left old Ireland why it’s always, on my mind
Well over here a little boy can grow to be a man
Without the ignorance and the fear that thrives through out our land
Where little boys just the age of you are taught for to kill and to maim
Oh God help them what will they become in a land that’s gone insane
Instead of playing at the ball they gather in the night
For to play with toys of more deadly fun petrol bombs and gelignite
And if men must vent their hatred why must they teach their sons
To be just like them and be insane our nation’s race is run
Jesus said let all them little children come to him
But the devils got them jumping and I fear he’s bound to win
For everyone there of course is right and it seems it’s just too late
For to save the future you have to save them children born of hate