Bring Them Home

	  		

        D           G  
Hear it ring on the air. 
         A                      D  
It's the voice of my country so fair 
                          G 
Can't you feel, can't you see 
     A                 D 
Irishmen will set them free 

D                       A 
In the jail that held McSweeney 
                       D 
In the prison where he died 
                          A 
Lies the daughters of old Ireland 
G        A                  D 
And they fill my heart with pride 
A                       D      
For I know that England wishes 
G                       A 
That we'd let them die alone 
    D                     G 
But all the voices of old Ireland 
          A                D 
Cries for us to bring them home 

Hear it ring... 

Twas the love of dear old Ireland 
Brought them to a prison hell 
But the ghosts of Pearse and Connolly 
Filled their lonely prison cell 
Clarke and Plunkett stand beside them 
Mc Donagh Mc Dermot and Wolfe Tone 
And all the voices of old Ireland 
Cry for us to bring them home 

Hear it ring... 

So I pray you men of Ireland 
Dont betray our daughters true 
Proudly stand beside our heroes 
Lest they die for me and you 
Though the tyrant would deny us 
We can break their hearts of stone 
And all of Ireland will be singing 
When we bring our daughters home 

Hear it ring...