Hear it ring on the air It's the voice of my country so fair Oh, can't you feel, oh, can't you see The IRA will set them free
Well, hear it ring on the air It's the voice of my country so fair Oh, can't you feel, oh, can't you see The IRA will set them free
Well, in the jail that held Mc Sweeney In the prison where he died Lie two daughters of old Ireland And they fill my heart with pride For I know that England wishes That we'd let them die alone But all the voices of old Ireland They cry for us to bring them home
Hear it ring on the air It's the voice of my country so fair Oh, can't you feel, oh, can't you see The IRA will set them free
It was the love of dear old Ireland That brought them to that prison hell But the ghosts of Pearse and Connolly They guard their lonely prison cell And Clarke and Plunkett stand beside them McDonagh, McDermott and Wolfe Tone And all the voices of old Ireland They cry for us to bring them home
Hear it ring on the air It's the voice of my country so fair Oh, can't you feel, oh, can't you see The IRA will set them free
So I pray you men of Ireland Don't betray our daughters true Proudly stand behind our Provos Lest they die for me and you And though the tyrants may deny us We shall break their hearts of stone And all of Ireland will be singin' When we bring our daughters home
Hear it ring on the air It's the voice of my country so fair Oh, can't you feel, oh, can't you see The IRA will set them free
Hear it ring on the air It's the voice of my country so fair Oh, can't you feel, oh, can't you see The IRA will set them free