IRELAND UNFREE (B.Warfield)
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In a dimly lit room by a smouldering fire
Sat an old man so lonely so sad & so tired
Once he struggled for freedom now he struggles to live
With his few small possessions & his past to relive
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There's a faded old picture on the wall all alone
A dusty old picture the pride of his home
With a harp & a shamrock & these words underneath
Ireland unfree shall never be at peace
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And it's to Easter week & his thoughts wander back
To those leaders of men sure no courage did lack
And now he's just left with his memories of old
For his name nor his stories shall ever be told
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3
And his thoughts wander back to the days of his prime
For it seems now there's nothing goes faster than time
To his comrades of old & he remembers the day
When he marched behind Pearse & the bold I.R.A
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4
Then he gazed at that picture & he gave a sad smile
For each wrinkle & line told the struggle of time
And he gazed once again & his eyes filled with tears
For the man in that picture was his friend Padraig Pearse
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