| With heavy heart and steady hand | 
| I’m puttin' pen to paper father dear | 
| I trust these words’ll find you | 
| And pray that you can read 'em through your tears | 
| It’s said a man that’s born to sing | 
| Can scare away his woes | 
| And banish all his anger and his pain | 
| But the screamin' in my head | 
| Killed the singin' in my soul | 
| And I fear I’ll never recall the tune again | 
| I’ve trouble with the sleepin' | 
| My shadows weight impossible to bear | 
| I hear my Sister weepin' | 
| And callin' to me from that other where | 
| The names of them I loved | 
| Are carved into my skin | 
| The greatest crew a fighter ever had | 
| They call us gypsy bastards | 
| And say it like it’s sin | 
| That all our wars are merry | 
| And all our songs are sad | 
| Tell 'em I went out dancin', tell 'em I went to war | 
| Tell 'em whatever you want to all the same | 
| It’s said a man dies first when he’s parted wi' his soul | 
| And second when folk forget to speak his name | 
| Derry born and barely raised | 
| I’d hardly bear to see the place again | 
| 'Til in merrie bloody England | 
| I found myself a brother to the end | 
| It’s proper that you’re grievin' | 
| Yer poorer for me leavin' | 
| The best and fairest any given day | 
| Let Matty, Marco, Luke and John | 
| Bless the slab I’m lyin' on | 
| Kiss me arse and send me on me way | 
| Tell 'em I went out dancin', tell 'em I went to war | 
| Tell 'em whatever you want to all the same | 
| It’s said a man dies first when he’s parted wi' his soul | 
| And second when folk forget to speak his name | 
| A half a dozen monkeys | 
| The Devil sent to snap me o’er his knee | 
| I slapped their filthy tongues back in their skulls | 
| And did it laughin' wickedly | 
| Smash the right and fuck the left | 
| I’ll curse 'em with my dyin' breath | 
| As bent as each t’other I would say | 
| The only drum I march to is me Irish bloody heart | 
| Kickin' out against its brittle cage | 
| Tell 'em I went out dancin', tell 'em I went to war | 
| Tell 'em whatever you want to all the same | 
| It’s said a man dies first when he’s parted wi' his soul | 
| And second when folk forget to speak his name | 
| Tell 'em I went down swingin', tell 'em I went to war | 
| Tell 'em whatever you want to all the same | 
| It’s said a man dies first when he’s parted wi' his soul | 
| And second when folk forget to speak his name | 
| To speak my name | 
| To speak my name | 
| To speak my name | 
| To speak my name |