Imagine a night with your mates at the pub Talking of football and birds and the job Imagine a woman who walks through the door With a fire all around her that cuts through the scene With hair like a raven and blue eyes like razors She sits right next to you and turns you around Imagine a woman who talks you in circles and tells you To give all For the Green!
That night was a whirlwind of plans and wild visions, Of grand revolution and freedom and blood And death to the English and long live James Connolly And pints to the heavens and keep your knives keen And looking back now with the luxury of hindsight It seems so naive that we really could win But imagine a woman who talks you in circles and tells you To give all For the Green!
Not much more can I tall you of the planning and actions Explosives and hunger and Fenian oaths And Molly all energy full at the forefront The strength of a hundred and mind cold and lean It's hard to describe that last call to action The ambush and crossfire all Hell falling free But imagine a woman all Hell-fire and fury who bellows To give all For the Green Give all For the Green!
And her eyes opened wide as the bullets ripped her side and she staggered And the blood ran red from the wounds in her head and she fell And she died where she lay but her spirit fights today For Old Ireland And the last words she said, they still ring in my head For the Green, boys, Give all For the Green! Give all For the Green! Give all For the Green! Give all For the Green!