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  • 作词 : Stewart
    Come gather 'round you freeborn men
    And draw your chairs to mine.
    And I'll tell you of my country,
    That you might understand.
    And of the
    English armies,
    That marched in for to stay.
    Oh that night they wounded
    Old Ireland,
    And she's bleeding to this day.
    Their dogs of war were loosed to run
    And hunt the rebels down
    They hoped to rule this land by fear
    And hold it for the
    Crown But a mighty thought was born in
    Men When they killed
    James Connolly
    Oh that night they wounded
    Old Ireland
    And she's bleeding to this day.
    The Border lies like an open wound
    That only love can heal
    For bitterness and cruelty
    They will never close the weal
    The mean of vision built a dream
    Which the blind men stole away
    Ah that night they wounded old
    Ireland And she's bleeding to this day.
    My heart it holds a vision clear
    That thousands more can see
    Of Ireland free from hatred
    And death and bigotry
    Where Irishman to
    Irishman Can in friends clasp a hand
    If we banish fright from the
    Ulster night
    Then we'll free
    Old Ireland.
  • 作词 : Stewart
    Come gather 'round you freeborn men
    And draw your chairs to mine.
    And I'll tell you of my country,
    That you might understand.
    And of the
    English armies,
    That marched in for to stay.
    Oh that night they wounded
    Old Ireland,
    And she's bleeding to this day.
    Their dogs of war were loosed to run
    And hunt the rebels down
    They hoped to rule this land by fear
    And hold it for the
    Crown But a mighty thought was born in
    Men When they killed
    James Connolly
    Oh that night they wounded
    Old Ireland
    And she's bleeding to this day.
    The Border lies like an open wound
    That only love can heal
    For bitterness and cruelty
    They will never close the weal
    The mean of vision built a dream
    Which the blind men stole away
    Ah that night they wounded old
    Ireland And she's bleeding to this day.
    My heart it holds a vision clear
    That thousands more can see
    Of Ireland free from hatred
    And death and bigotry
    Where Irishman to
    Irishman Can in friends clasp a hand
    If we banish fright from the
    Ulster night
    Then we'll free
    Old Ireland.