[Verse]
In that jail that held MacSwiney, in that prison where he died,
Lies two daughters of old Erin and they fill my heart with pride,
For I know that England wishes, that we'd let them die alone,
But the voice of dear old Ireland, cries for us to bring them home.

[Chorus]
Hear it ring on the air, it's the voice of my country so fair,
Oh, can't you feel? Oh, can't you see? The IRA will set them free.

[Verse]
Was the love of dear old Ireland brought them to the prison hell,
But the ghosts of Pearse and Connolly, fill their lonely prison cell,
Clarke and Plunkett stand beside them, MacDonagh, MacDermott and Wolfe Tone,
But the voice of dear old Ireland, cries for us to bring them home.

[Chorus]
Hear it ring on the air, it's the voice of my country so fair,
Oh, can't you feel? Oh, can't you see? The IRA will set them free.

[Chorus]
Hear it ring on the air, it's the voice of my country so fair,
Oh, can't you feel? Oh, can't you see? The IRA will set them free.

[Chorus]
Hear it ring on the air, it's the voice of my country so fair,
Oh, can't you feel? Oh, can't you see? The IRA will set them free.

[Verse]
So I pray you men of Ireland, don't betray our daughters true,
Proudly stand beside our heroes, lest they die for you and me,
Though the tyrant will deny us, we can break their heart of stone,
And old Ireland will be singing, when we bring our daughters home.

[Chorus]
Hear it ring on the air, it's the voice of my country so fair,
Oh, can't you feel? Oh, can't you see? The IRA will set them free.

[Chorus]
Hear it ring on the air, it's the voice of my country so fair,
Oh, can't you feel? Oh, can't you see? The IRA will set them free,
Yes the IRA will set them free.