Lyrics

This graveyard hides a million secrets, The trees know more than they can tell The ghosts of the Saints and the scholars will haunt you In Heaven and in He

Lift MacCahir Og your face brooding o’er the old disgrace That black FitzWilliam stormed your place, drove you to the Fern Grey said victory was sure soon

Fare thee well until we meet again down by the Liffey water I’ll bid larewell to Dublin and her streets of cobblestones I’m going away to leave you, my fri

I joined the Flying Column in Nineteen and Sixteen In Cork with Sean Moylan, in Tipperary with Dan Breen Arrested by Free Staters and sentenced to die Fare

I joined the flying column in 1916, In Cork with Sean Moylan, in Tipperary with Dan Breen. Arrested by Free Staters and sentenced for to die. Farewell to T

Well me name is Nuke Power a terror am I; I can cause such destruction on land, sea and sky Your Minister tells you I’ll do you no harm If he locks me up i

As I cam in by Auchendoun just a wee bit fae the toon Tae the Hielands I was bound tae view the Haughs o’ Cromdale I met a man in tartan trews spiered at h

How are things in Glocca Morra? Is that little brook still leaping there? Does it still run down to Donny-cove? Through Killybegs, Kilkerry and Kildare? Ho

Look at the coffin with golden handles Isn’t it grand boys to be bloody well dead? Let’s not have a sniffle, Let’s have a bloody good cry And always rememb