They Wounded Old Ireland Lyrics

	作词 : Stewart
	Come gather 'round you freeborn men
	And draw your chairs to mine.
	And I'll tell you of my country,
	That you might understand.
	And of the
	English armies,
	That marched in for to stay.
	Oh that night they wounded
	Old Ireland,
	And she's bleeding to this day.
	Their dogs of war were loosed to run
	And hunt the rebels down
	They hoped to rule this land by fear
	And hold it for the
	Crown But a mighty thought was born in
	Men When they killed
	James Connolly
	Oh that night they wounded
	Old Ireland
	And she's bleeding to this day.
	The Border lies like an open wound
	That only love can heal
	For bitterness and cruelty
	They will never close the weal
	The mean of vision built a dream
	Which the blind men stole away
	Ah that night they wounded old
	Ireland And she's bleeding to this day.
	My heart it holds a vision clear
	That thousands more can see
	Of Ireland free from hatred
	And death and bigotry
	Where Irishman to
	Irishman Can in friends clasp a hand
	If we banish fright from the
	Ulster night
	Then we'll free
	Old Ireland.

	zuo ci : Stewart
	Come gather ' round you freeborn men
	And draw your chairs to mine.
	And I' ll tell you of my country,
	That you might understand.
	And of the
	English armies,
	That marched in for to stay.
	Oh that night they wounded
	Old Ireland,
	And she' s bleeding to this day.
	Their dogs of war were loosed to run
	And hunt the rebels down
	They hoped to rule this land by fear
	And hold it for the
	Crown But a mighty thought was born in
	Men When they killed
	James Connolly
	Oh that night they wounded
	Old Ireland
	And she' s bleeding to this day.
	The Border lies like an open wound
	That only love can heal
	For bitterness and cruelty
	They will never close the weal
	The mean of vision built a dream
	Which the blind men stole away
	Ah that night they wounded old
	Ireland And she' s bleeding to this day.
	My heart it holds a vision clear
	That thousands more can see
	Of Ireland free from hatred
	And death and bigotry
	Where Irishman to
	Irishman Can in friends clasp a hand
	If we banish fright from the
	Ulster night
	Then we' ll free
	Old Ireland.

	zuò cí : Stewart
	Come gather ' round you freeborn men
	And draw your chairs to mine.
	And I' ll tell you of my country,
	That you might understand.
	And of the
	English armies,
	That marched in for to stay.
	Oh that night they wounded
	Old Ireland,
	And she' s bleeding to this day.
	Their dogs of war were loosed to run
	And hunt the rebels down
	They hoped to rule this land by fear
	And hold it for the
	Crown But a mighty thought was born in
	Men When they killed
	James Connolly
	Oh that night they wounded
	Old Ireland
	And she' s bleeding to this day.
	The Border lies like an open wound
	That only love can heal
	For bitterness and cruelty
	They will never close the weal
	The mean of vision built a dream
	Which the blind men stole away
	Ah that night they wounded old
	Ireland And she' s bleeding to this day.
	My heart it holds a vision clear
	That thousands more can see
	Of Ireland free from hatred
	And death and bigotry
	Where Irishman to
	Irishman Can in friends clasp a hand
	If we banish fright from the
	Ulster night
	Then we' ll free
	Old Ireland.

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