| Take it down from the mast, Irish traitors,
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| The flag we Republicans claim.
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| It can never belong to Free Staters.
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| You brought on it nothing but shame.
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| Then leave it to those who are willin'
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| To uphold it in war or in peace.
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| The men who intended to kill it,
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| Until England’s tyranny cease.
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| You’ve taken our brave Liam and Rory,
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| You’ve murdered young Richard and Joe.
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| Your hands with their blood are still gory,
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| From fillin' the work of the foe.
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| For we stand with Enright and Larkin,
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| With Daley and Sullivan the bold.
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| We’ll break down the English connection,
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| And bring back the nation you sold.
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| Take it down from the mast, Irish traitors,
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| The flag we Republicans claim.
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| It can never belong to Free Staters,
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| You brought on in nothing but shame |