Irish Folksongs - BRING THEM HOME Lyrics

In the jail that held McSwiney, in that prison where he died
There lie 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 the voice of Dear old Ireland cries for us to bring them home

Chorus:
Here it ring in the air, it's the voice of my country so fair
Can't you feel? Can't you see? Irishmen will set them free

'Twas for loving dear old Ireland brought them to their prison hell
But the ghost of Pearse and Connolly fill there lonely prison cell
Clarke and Plunkett stand beside them McDonagh, McDermott and Wolfe Tone
But the voice of Dear old Ireland cries for us to bring them home

So I pray young men of Ireland Don't betray our daughters true
Proudly stand behind our heroes blessed they died for you and me
Though the tyrant would deny us we can break their hearts of stone
And all the voices will be singing when we bring our daughters home