[Chorus]
Well 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]
Well 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]
Well, in the jail that held MacSwiney, in that prison where he died,
Lies two daughters of old Ireland and they fill my heart with pride,
For I know England wishes, that we'd let them die alone,
But all the voices of old Ireland, they cry 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]
It was the love of dear old Ireland that brought them to their prison hell,
But the ghosts of Pearse and Connolly, they guard their lonely prison cell,
And Clarke and Plunkett stand beside them, MacDonagh, MacDermott and Wolfe Tone,
But all the voices of old Ireland, they cry for us to bring them home.

[Chorus]
Hear it ring in 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 behind our Provos, for blessed they died for you and me,
And though the tyrant would deny us, we shall break their hearts of stone,
And all of Ireland will be singing, when we bring our daughters home.

[Chorus]
Hear it ring in 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 in 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.