(This Land Is Your Land)
[Chorus]
This land is your lands, this land is my lands,
From the northern highlands, to the western islands,
From the hills of Kerry, to the streets of Free Derry,
Say, this land was made for you and me.

[Verse]
As I went walking by the Shannon waters,
Hand in hand there, my little daughter,
The church bells ringing, the children singing,
This land was made for you and me.

[Chorus]
This land is your land, this land is my land,
From the northern highlands, to the western islands,
From the hills of Kerry, to the streets of Free Derry,
This land was made for you and me.

[Verse]
I walked her home by the old church steeple,
Proud of my country, proud of my people,
Of the men who tried there and the men who died there saying,
This land is made for you and me.

[Chorus]
This land is your land, this land is my land,
From the northern highlands, to the western islands,
From the hills of Kerry, to the streets of Free Derry,
Say, this land was made for you and me,
Say, this land was made for you and me.

(The Men Behind The Wire)
[Chorus]
Armoured cars and tanks and guns,
Came to take away our sons,
But every man will stand behind,
The men behind the wire.

[Verse]
Through the little streets of Belfast,
In the dark of early morn,
British soldiers came marauding,
Wrecking little homes with scorn.

Hear the sob of the crying children,
Dragging fathers from their beds,
Bleeding sons while helpless mothers,
Watch the blood pour from their heads.

[Chorus]
Armoured cars and tanks and guns,
Came to take away our sons,
But every man will stand behind,
The men behind the wire.

[Verse]
Not for them a judge or jury,
Nor indeed a crime at all,
Being Irish means we're guilty,
So we're guilty one and all.

Round the world a truth will echo,
Cromwell's men are here again,
England's name again is sullied,
In the eyes of honest men.

[Chorus]
Armoured cars and tanks and guns,
Came to take away our sons,
But every man will stand behind,
The men behind the wire.

(The Boys of the Old Brigade)
[Verse]
"Oh, father, why are you so sad, on this bright Easter morn?
When Irish men are proud and glad, the land where they were born."
"Oh, son, I see in memory few of far off distant day,
When being just a lad like you I joined the IRA."

[Chorus]
Where are the lads who stood with me,
When history was made?
Oh, grá mo chroí, I long to see, (See who?)
The boys of the Old Brigade.

[Verse]
"And now, my boy, I've told you why, on Easter morn I sigh,
For I recall my comrades all, on dark old days gone by,
For I think of men who fought in glen with rifle and grenades,
May heaven keep the men who sleep from the ranks of the Old Brigade."

[Chorus]
Where are the lads who stood with me,
When history was made?
Oh, grá mo chroí, I long to see, (See who?)
The boys of the Old Brigade.

[Chorus]
Where are the lads who stood with me,
When history was made?
Oh, grá mo chroí, I long to see, (See who?)
The boys and girls of the Old Brigade.