For those who are in love,
there's a song that's warm and tender.
For those who are oppressed,
in song you can protest.
So liberate your minds and give your soul expression.

Open up your hearts,
I'll sing for you this song.
Let the people sing their stories and their songs,
and the music of their native land,
Their @@labies and battle cries and songs of hope and joy,
So join us hand in hand,
All across this ancient land,
Throughout the test of time,
it was music that kept their spirits free,
Those songs of yours and of mine,
it was back in ancient times,
the bard would tell his stories of the heroes, of the villain of the chieftains in the glen.

Through Elizabethan time and Cromwellian war and fury,
Put our pipers to the sword,
@@@ed our harpers and our bards.

Let the people sing their stories and their songs,
and the music of their native land,
Their @@labies and battle cries and songs of hope and joy,
So join us hand in hand,
All across this ancient land,
Throughout the test of time,
it was music that kept their spirits free,
Those songs of yours and of mine.

Ireland, land of song,
Your music lives forever,
in it's valleys, in it's mountains,
in it's hills and in it's glens.

Our music did survive,
Through famine and oppression,
to the generations gone,
I'll sing for you this song.