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Bring Them Home
Chorus
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
In the jail that held McSweeney
In the prison where he died
Lies 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 Ireland
They cried for us to bring them home
Chorus
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
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
Chorus