Brothers Of War
Let us remember our boys from West Cork,
Who fought in the fields, with their hurls and pitch forks,
These men, these heros, they had no names,
They had no recognition, claimed no fame.
The message it came from the capital city,
The British to be driven out, to take no pity,
Loyal Irish men and women answered the cause,
“This is war” they were told, “There are no rules and no laws”.
How could one man say he owns the land?
When it is not rightfully his? We must make a stand,
For this, this is our time to stand up and fight,
To reclaim what is ours, to make things right.
British soldiers, artilleries, the Black and Tans,
When marching through our streets, had few fans,
They stood there, with their tanks and their guns,
To scare the Irish people, to make them run.
But our men fought back, with pride in their eyes,
For in this point in history, a nation would rise,
Above any other, they wanted to be free,
To become a Republic, to reclaim their dignity.
They fought in Ballinascarthy, Clon and Arigadeen,
As flowers around them withered, the shamrock grew green,
In defeat they would rise, and in victory stand tall,
For this is what they were born for, to answer Ireland’s call.
They did not sell out, but stayed silent and lie,
They were willing to suffer, to be killed and die,
To be able to call, this country their own,
For it to be independent, and it to be written in stone.
So let us remember the boys from West Cork,
Who fought in the fields with their hurls and pitch forks,
They all fought together, and never stood alone,
We salute those brave soldiers who saved Ireland from the throne.