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

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

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

[Verse]
Twas for love dear old Erin that brought them to the prison hell,
But the ghosts of Pearse and Connolly, guard that lonely prison cell,
Tom Clarke and Plunkett stand beside them, Thomas MacDonagh, Seán Mac Diarmada and Wolfe Tone,
All of Derry is singing, that they are coming home.

[Chorus]
Hear it ring in the air, it's the voice of our country so fair,
Can't you feel? Can't you see? IRA will set them free.

[Verse]
So I pray you men of Ireland, don't betray our daughters true,
Proudly stand behind Provisionals, blessed they died for me and you,
And although these bastards deny us, we can break their hearts of stone,
All of our people will be singing, when we bring our daughters home.

[Chorus]
Hear it ring in the air and it's the voice of our country so fair,
Can't you feel? Can't you see? IRA will set them free.

[Chorus]
Ah, hear it ring in the air and it's the voice of our country so fair,
Can't you feel? Can't you see? IRA will set them free.