Bring Them Home Lyrics

Bring Them Home

In the jail that held McSwiney, in that prison where he died

There lie two
daughters of old Ireland and they fill my heart with pride

For I know
England wishes that we'd let them die alone

But the voice of Dear old
Ireland cries for us to bring them home



Chorus:

Here it ring
in the air, it's the voice of my country so fair

Can't you feel? Can't you
see? Irishmen will set them free



'Twas for loving dear old Ireland
brought them to their prison hell

But the ghost of Pearse and Connolly
fill there lonely prison cell

Clarke and Plunkett stand beside them
McDonagh, McDermott and Wolfe Tone

But the voice of Dear old Ireland
cries for us to bring them home



So I pray young men of Ireland
Don't betray our daughters true

Proudly stand behind our heroes blessed
they died for you and me

Though the tyrant would deny us we can break
their hearts of stone

And all the voices will be singing when we bring
our daughters home