Let The people sing/Take it down from the mast/This land is my land
For those who are in love
There's a song that's warm and tender.
For those who are oppressed
In song you can protest.
So liberate your minds
And give your soul expression.
And open up your hearts,
And I'll sing for you this song.
Let the people sing their stories and their songs
And the music of their native land
Their lullabies and battlecries and songs of hope and joy
So join us hand in hand
All across this ancient land
Throughout the test of time
It was music that kept their spirits free
Those songs of yours and of mine
Take it down from the mast, Irish traitors,
It's the flag we republicans claim,
It can never belong to free staters,
For you've brought on it nothing but shame.
Why not leave it to those who are willing,
To uphold it in war and in peace,
To the men who intend to do killing,
Until England's tyrannies cease.
Chorus
You have murdered our brave Liam and Rory,
You've slaughtered young Richard and Joe,
Your hands with their blood is still gory,
Fulfilling the work of the foe.
Chorus
Well it was back in ancient times,
When the bard would tell us stories.
Of heroes, of villains, of c***ftains in the glen.
Of Elizebethan times,
Through Cromwellian wars and fury.
Put the pipers to the sword,
Killed the harp players and the bard.
Let the people sing their stories and their songs
And the music of their native land
Their lullabies and battlecries and songs of hope and joy
So join us hand in hand
All across this ancient land
Throughout the test of time
It was music that kept their spirits free
Those songs of yours and of mine
This Land is your land
This land is my land
From the northern highlands
To the western islands
From the hills of Kerry
To the streets of Free Derry
This land was made for you and me.
As I went walkin,
In shallow waters.
Hand in hand with,
my little daughters
With the churcbell ringin'
And the children singin'
This land was made for you and me
Chorus
I climbed the mountain,
Saw the crystal fountain.
And I heard a great roar,
From the rocky sea shore.
Her eyes were gleamin'
She cried "Oh daddy"
This land was made for you and me
Chorus
I walked her home by
The old church steeple.
Proud of my country,
Proud of my people.
For the men who cried there,
And the men who died there singin'
This land was made for you and me.
Well Ireland, land of song,
Your music lives forever
In its valleys, in its mountains,
In its hills and in its glens.
Our music did survive
Through famine and oppression.
To the generations gone,
I'll sing for you this song.
For those who are in love
There's a song that's warm and tender.
For those who are oppressed
In song you can protest.
So liberate your minds
And give your soul expression.
And open up your hearts,
And I'll sing for you this song.
Let the people sing their stories and their songs
And the music of their native land
Their lullabies and battlecries and songs of hope and joy
So join us hand in hand
All across this ancient land
Throughout the test of time
It was music that kept their spirits free
Those songs of yours and of mine
Take it down from the mast, Irish traitors,
It's the flag we republicans claim,
It can never belong to free staters,
For you've brought on it nothing but shame.
Why not leave it to those who are willing,
To uphold it in war and in peace,
To the men who intend to do killing,
Until England's tyrannies cease.
Chorus
You have murdered our brave Liam and Rory,
You've slaughtered young Richard and Joe,
Your hands with their blood is still gory,
Fulfilling the work of the foe.
Chorus
Well it was back in ancient times,
When the bard would tell us stories.
Of heroes, of villains, of c***ftains in the glen.
Of Elizebethan times,
Through Cromwellian wars and fury.
Put the pipers to the sword,
Killed the harp players and the bard.
Let the people sing their stories and their songs
And the music of their native land
Their lullabies and battlecries and songs of hope and joy
So join us hand in hand
All across this ancient land
Throughout the test of time
It was music that kept their spirits free
Those songs of yours and of mine
This Land is your land
This land is my land
From the northern highlands
To the western islands
From the hills of Kerry
To the streets of Free Derry
This land was made for you and me.
As I went walkin,
In shallow waters.
Hand in hand with,
my little daughters
With the churcbell ringin'
And the children singin'
This land was made for you and me
Chorus
I climbed the mountain,
Saw the crystal fountain.
And I heard a great roar,
From the rocky sea shore.
Her eyes were gleamin'
She cried "Oh daddy"
This land was made for you and me
Chorus
I walked her home by
The old church steeple.
Proud of my country,
Proud of my people.
For the men who cried there,
And the men who died there singin'
This land was made for you and me.
Well Ireland, land of song,
Your music lives forever
In its valleys, in its mountains,
In its hills and in its glens.
Our music did survive
Through famine and oppression.
To the generations gone,
I'll sing for you this song.