[Verse]
We all know who fears to speak, of the men of Easter week,
When our heroes marched out in the foggy dew,
But now the leaders of the state, think the cause is out of date,
They're embarrassed by our heroes brave and true!

[Chorus]
Oh, don't sing now of Cathal Brugha,
Who'll save poor old Ireland now?
The Dáil is sitting on the fence, in case the British take offence,
And it's God help poor old Ireland now!

[Verse]
You can re-writе history's page for the European pagе,
It could suit both Fine Gael and Fianna Fáil,
Say, "St. Patrick never came, and the snakes they still remain,
They slither on their bellies to the Dáil!"

[Chorus]
Oh, don't sing now of Cathal Brugha,
Who'll save poor old Ireland now?
The Dáil is sitting on the fence, in case the British take offence,
And it's God help poor old Ireland now!

[Verse]
Sure, the British they were grand, you leave out the black and tans,
Forget old Cromwell and the paras, too,
Just erase MacSwiney's name, put out Cork city's flames,
You can change the flag back to red, white, and blue!

[Chorus]
Oh, don't sing now of Cathal Brugha,
Who'll save poor old Ireland now?
The Dáil is sitting on the fence, in case the British take offence,
And it's God help poor old Ireland now!

[Verse]
So cover up the GPO, so the bullet holes don't show,
Pearse and Connolly are turning in their graves!
But you can't bury Ireland's pride with the men who fought and died,
For without its roots a nation cannot grow!

[Chorus]
Oh, don't sing now of Cathal Brugha,
Who'll save poor old Ireland now?
The Dáil is sitting on the fence, in case the British take offence,
And it's God help poor old Ireland now!

[Chorus]
Oh, don't sing now of Cathal Brugha,
Who'll save poor old Ireland now?
The Dáil is sitting on the fence, in case the British take offence,
And it's God help poor old Ireland now!

[Chorus]
Oh, don't sing now of Cathal Brugha,
Who'll save poor old Ireland now?
The Dáil is sitting on the fence, in case the British take offence,
And it's God help poor old Ireland now!.