All around the world our young men, having songs of freedom sung them
And every dog of war will have his day
And the pride of all the nations, standing at their stations
Smiling as they wave their lives away

While the heart of Dublin's dying, but nobody really cares,
And the fools as they pass by, laugh to see an old man cry

There's a deep stream running by
They found Mary there at midnight

Now I know it's hard for you my love to ever understand
The love I bear for these brave men, my love for this dear land

On Grafton Street in November, we tripped lightly along the ledge

Drinking all the day in old pubs where fiddlers love to play