Ирландский паб

I'll sing you a song of a row in the town,
When the green flag went up and the Crown rag came down,
'Twas the neatest and sweetest thing ever you saw,
And they played that great game they called Erin Go Bragh.

God bless Colin Pearse and his comrades who died
Tom Clark, MacDonagh, MacDiarmada, McBryde,
And here's to James Connolly who gave one hurrah,
And faced the machine guns for Erin Go Bragh.

Now, one of our leaders was down at Ring's end,
For the honor of Ireland to hold and defend,
He had no veteran soldiers but volunteers raw,
Playing sweet Mauser music for Erin Go Bragh.

Old Ceannt and his comrades like lions at bay,
From the South Dublin Union poured death and dismay,
And what was their horror when the Englishmen saw
All the dead khaki soldiers for Erin Go Bragh.

A great foreign captain was raving that day,
Saying, "Give me one hour and I'll blow you away,"
But a big Mauser bullet got stuck in his jaw,
And he died of lead poisoning for Erin Go Bragh.

Our glory to Dublin, to hold her renown,
In the long generation her fame will go down,
And our children will tell how their forefathers saw,
The red blaze of freedom for Erin Go Braugh.