Kids[D] wear white garters, and[G] smell like their mothers
Whose[C] husbands and[G] fathers alike
beer in the[C] same public houses
Smelling[D] of [G]smoke and[C] strong [G]whiskey.
Mammies and daddies, skipping
Lectures from priests, living in hope
That they've not mistaken the brand of their coats
They've paid for by
A busy year this, streets running red
How many sent to their nuptial bed
sent home to a winter of grave
How many wait in for the slaughter.
It's Easter again, and we cannot forget
brothers and sisters and all that was said
So practice your pipes, stand proud in the wet.
For the eyes of the world
are upon you.
[G]Oh, oh, the[D] holy ground,[C] Cead mile failte,
There's[Am] saints and there's
scholars to[D] see
[G]Oh,[Em] oh, the[D] holy ground,
[C]Far away hills ain't as[Am] green as they[D] once used to
Seventeen years, Kelly is a man
Who stands on the street with a gun in his hand
He's protecting the
pipers that play in the band
While the enemy waits with an army
God in his mercy has given us men
us to peace but they can't bring an end
To the profits that pay off the lease on the land
We're still sending them over
Dia le h Eireann, suckle the empire.
Dia le h Eireann, suffer the loss.
Of the green and the
blue while the media feeds
On the blood and the pain and the hatred.
Father walks home on a colourless nigh
The organization has blinded his sight
His wife and his kids are sleeping tonight
In the arms of sweet Jesus and