Ireland Unfree Shall Never Be at Peace Songtext
von Wolfe Tones

In a dimly lit room
By the smauldering fire
Sat an old man so lonely
So sad and so tired
Once he struggled for freedom
Now he struggles to live
With his few small possessions
And his past to relieve There′s a faded old picture
On the wall all alone
A dusty old picture
The pride of his home
With a harp and a shamrock
With these words underneath
Ireland unfree shall never be at peace.